Mularain Delivery Corp, 88 Hibiscus Rd, Mularain, Cascoss, 10:54 AM
Damien parked Daniel’s car and they headed in.
“John Valeheart.” Announced a fat man of 155cm. He had pizza grease on his dark sweater and his white shirt. He smelt of cheap cologne, he had barely any hair and the hair that he did have was a blinding white. How old was this man even? He could have been anywhere between 30 and 60. Neither of them could tell. “I run the joint. Hang on.” He took out his handkerchief and spat on it. “Great, blood, my pneumonia has returned, again.”
“Will you be fine?” Daniel stated with concern.
“I’ll be fine. I had a tapeworm once, want to see the scar I got when they removed it?” John asked jokingly.
“If you can find it.” Damien added and laughed.
“This guy gets it.” John stated and patted Damien on the back. “Hey kid, if you ever get bored of solving cases and the car chases and what else, you can come work for my crew. You’d be an easy fit.”