Chapter Thirty-Three
Erik couldn’t believe he was listening, on purpose, to a man who was convinced the Navigators were hidden on Earth as platypuses.
Strange and dark things had happened since Erik’s return to Earth, but there was a line that separated reality from what could only charitably be called batshit-craziness.
Garth’s evidence remained unconvincing.
Alleged assassinations could be explained without reaching for a dark conspiracy, and a conspiracy theorist would constantly try to pattern-match strange circumstances to his worldview, especially when trying to deal with the cruel realities of the sudden deaths of friends.
There was one problem; the desperate plea in Garth’s eyes argued for sincerity. But that didn’t mean anything. A deluded crank could easily believe contradic
