Claude showed his blood-smeared hands. "I think mine has your blood on it, too. It won't change anything… other than getting stickier. I'll clean our hands later. Let's go now. Grandpa might get in trouble with those wolves. Lord Caius might not be enough, but he has a lot of servants."
…
Outside, everyone saw an old man in an old three-piece suit. He was sitting like a thug on top of the wrecked long car that Caius used to get here. He had a lollipop inside his mouth as if a substitute for a cigar. If he brought the real thing, he would have coughed his lungs out. The old man tipped up his fedora and stared at the arriving people through his monocle.
A big grin pulled his lips open. He gave a small wave to the angry group. "Yo, I figured this was your car. Caius van Dale, right? You should be grateful that I remembered your name after thinking long enough."
