Peter raised an eyebrow. "Might not kill me, but it might kill the next person out mad Slayer is going after." An exaggeration. He hadn't found any useful information yet. But he might. Still, Peter set down the book for a moment. "What's up?"
He was moody, trying to throw himself into work. He was memorizing everything he was reading, he was mentally checking on the others in the hotel, and worrying about Sarah, who he could not reach, and posting things to the message boards when he was able.