23
“I read your report.”
Scratch set the paper in his hand down on his desk and looked up. Jack stood before him with his ever-present cigarette in his mouth.
“And?” Jack asked him.
Scratch tapped the single page. “It’s a little brusque, especially the last part. You chased the Corrupted onto the roof and destroyed it.”
Jack nodded. “Yep.”
He arched an eyebrow as he met Jack’s unwavering and uninterested gaze. “Without any of the other residents noticing your fight?”
Jack shrugged. “I guess they’re heavy sleepers.”
Scratch leaned forward and set his elbow on the desk so he could lay his chin on the back of one hand. “Why did it go to the roof?”
“I guess it wanted some fresh air,” Jack quipped.
Scratch frowned and a hint of burning coals flashed through his eyes. “I know y
