"Well, you look the part."

Kobae had a lusty thought about the incarnate presence. He was not the one to communicate, namely because he had a mountain of secrets to hide. There was this beautiful woman, and his past was as haunted as could be... how many men and women he had lied to or stolen from, and the demonic entities he had pursued and buried, or beheaded, or set on fire. He was cautious, he had to be. And, he smoked a small piece of the cigarette before he grimaced and realized something was missing.

"Do you have my gun?"