Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 127
“No hatred of foodstuffs runs that deep,” Dylan countered.
“I don’t think this is really about avocados,” said Richard.
“There’s too much we don’t know. Avocados might actually
just be a random choice of fruit for whatever Randy was trying
to accomplish.”
“Well, it was certainly one he wouldn’t miss,” offered Kat.
“So, if he had to pick something, why not pick something
he didn’t like?” Richard nodded. “Makes sense. But why
obliterate a fruit at all?”
Brian was studying the salsa left in the bottom of the bowl.
Wordlessly he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a tub
of sour cream. Grabbing a spoon, he put several dollops into
the bowl, followed by a couple dashes of soy sauce, and
stirred the mixture. Then he set the bowl back on the table
and tried the mixture on the end of a chip. Apparently satisfied,
he turned to the sink and started putting dishes away.
Dylan grabbed a chip and tried the new mixture. “Huh...”
he said, and then tried another, and another.
“This is big,” said Terry. “We gotta figure out who’s working
this side of things, and how to reverse it. Who knows
how this might affect the world?”
“A Butterfly Effect kind of thing?” asked Susan.
“Exactly.”
Tobias’ nose was touching the bowl of Brian’s new dip,
sniffing eagerly. Richard pushed it back further from the
edge. “Okay, let’s follow up on those numbers we got off of
Randy’s phone. Kat, what did you get?”
“We got about five numbers I don’t recognize in the past
two days.”
“What about calls made around the time of the ritual?”
asked Richard, trying the new dip himself. His eyebrows lifted
in surprise as the tangy taste registered. He reached for
another chip.