“Where are your coats, hat and gloves?” Davey went into the armoire and pulled out a down vest, with gloves and a hat hanging out of the pockets. A scarf was wrapped around the hanger. A second light jacket in navy blue rounded out Davey’s belongings along with the heavy sweater he was wearing.
“I’ll carry the coats, sir, they don’t fit in the suitcase.”
Jake shook his head. When the opportunity came to stick it to Blake and Simpson, he was going to be right there to do it. It was no wonder that Davey’s work was so meticulous—his home was too, this was a trait ingrained in his character like Cisco’s Greg.
Davey was still staring at him like he had the devil’s horns. He decided to put the kid’s mind at ease.