"Where could they be? There aren't even signs of them. How could a truck that big leave no trails?" Lennon said waving the stick he was holding in his hand.
"Maybe if you're covered up more, you could see more clearly, " Derick mumbled sarcastically.
"What did you say?" Lennon shouted pulling up the hood of the trench coat he was wearing. "I can't hear you over the sound of rain!" He shouted pointing the torch right at Derick's face.
"How could you?" Derick said covering his eyes. All he would be hearing is the sound of rain against his expensive trench coat.
And who walks into the woods wearing polished oxfords and a suit? Does he have any sense?
"You don't have to be here, uncle," Derick did not want to bear with Lennon anymore. He wanted to be alone here and now he is getting slowed down by Lennon. He's never liked this uncle of his but today he is irritating him so much he wants to become a murderer.
