Getting the second vial, Graverobber placed it in his bag and wiped his gloved hands together in a clapping motion to rid himself of something that had fallen out of the nose.
"It's a chemical in the brain that's secreted by the deceased," Shouldering his bag, he swung the wrought iron fence open once more and looking from left to right.
Still no one here. The thought of the girl being an undercover police officer was ridiculous--especially in this day and age, where GeneCo didn't run rampant--and he was fairly confident the girl was just another pretty face.
"If you're so curious," he turned around, taking a vial out from the bag and holding it up for her to see. "You could try it. Otherwise, I wouldn't be hanging out in a graveyard this late at night."