From Folly’s perspective, everything seemed quiet...too quiet. As he passed building after building, the warehouse’s bathroom seemed, for some reason, to catch his eye. He entered the dilapidated, cramped bathroom to find the one item that put all suspicions of the credibility of this lead out of his head. There, sitting in the molded sink, was a half-smoked cigarette with the word “Johnson” burned into the side of it. He picked up the cigarette and felt the charred remnants. “This still feels warm,” Folly thought, “He was here not but an hour ago!” Drawing his gun out of the back of his weathered trenchcoat, he continued his search of the warehouse complex for the nearby mob
From Folly’s perspective, everything seemed quiet...too quiet. As he passed building after building, the warehouse’s bathroom seemed, for some reason, to catch his eye. He entered the dilapidated, cramped bathroom to find the one item that put all suspicions of the credibility of this lead out of his head. There, sitting in the molded sink, was a half-smoked cigarette with the word “Johnson” burned into the side of it. He picked up the cigarette and felt the charred remnants. “This still feels warm,” Folly thought, “He was here not but an hour ago!” Drawing his gun out of the back of his weathered trenchcoat, he continued his search of the warehouse complex for the nearby mob