Darnell sighed in disappointment, sitting on the couch at home. He once again stared at the hole in his favorite coat.
“That’s what you get when you hang around all night hell knows where!” Cole snapped.
“I was investigating, actually,” the man sighed again heavily, sticking his finger through the hole. It was unlikely that this could be repaired. The patch would be too noticeable, and the appearance of the coat would become completely unacceptable even for Darnell.
“Investigating the alcohol stocks of nearby bars?”
The man only snorted in response to this remark. He rolled up his raincoat and laid it on the edge of the couch to throw it away on the way to work. Darnell took his old hooded jacket out of the closet again and tucked the box of the ritual knife into the only inner pocket.
