A laptop, asleep and on his blog, on the latest entry, a bloody makeshift sack containing a few food items, and a knife. The assortment was hidden under a tarp with the symbol of my associates tagged on it. He left it here for me to find, and I hate him for it.
I don't know how much he knew, but it's evident that he knew a lot more than I wanted him to. So now that he's dead, I guess I can take a little relief in the knowledge that whatever he knew is safe from prying eyes.
I'm still pissed at him, though. And I think a side trip is perhaps in order. I have two weeks before my next job begins, so maybe I should get warmed up.
This is your only warning.
- Have a Nice Day