Heath swore as he jogged to his car. The rain had started right when school let out, and Heath had, of course, left his umbrella in his car. Shivering, he almost didn’t notice the man approaching until he was only a few feet from him.
“Nice weather, huh?” the man said, like they were enjoying a beautiful sunny day.
Heath looked up to see a nondescript man smiling at him. He was of average height and no older than forty, with only a few lines on his face. His wore a wide-brimmed hat that dripped from the rain and a trench coat cinched at the waist that made him look like some detective from a mid-century noir film. A scar bisected his chin, his front tooth chipped from probably the same fight that had cut his chin.
“Do I know you?” Heath asked, a bad feeling crawling up his spine.
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