He was outside trying to smoke a cigarette. But all he had was this vape. He had quit smoking long back. He had found this vape at the 

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when the person he was playing black jack next to had forgotten it at the table. Denver only noticed the vape much later after his neighbor's departure. The man would most likely have been gone by then. So Denver took the vape and placed it into his coat pocket. He would return it to him the next time he saw him. If he ever saw him.

Denver wore the same coat. So the vape happened to be in his pocket still for this Thanksgiving dinner. He had heard the engine of the car. And the sound of the wheels against the ground. And the slight noise of grinding that the car Marc Love drove. Had he left him there? But why. No explanation.

His fingers tressled the sides of the metal vape more until he heard the window slide behind him.

Aren't you cold out here?

No. I'm fine.

Denver awaited a response from the man in the nice suit. Something to the tune of, your friend left to get some special beer from the store or something. That he'd be back in five minutes or something. But the man in the boujee suit offered no such explanation.

His eyes stared at his in the darkness. The moon shimmered in it.