The walk back felt longer than the walk there.
The narrow street from the old bank was dark and empty, and Jin's footsteps echoed off the closed shop fronts on either side. He walked slowly, with one hand resting over the inside pocket of his jacket where the black card sat. He could still feel the weight of it there, heavier than any card had a right to be.
He thought about the Diamond.
The man had been friendly. Easy to talk to. He'd poured Jin a drink, apologized twice, and laughed at the right moments. He'd been honest about why he'd called Jin in, and honest about not knowing where Ho-seok was, even when it would have been easier to lie and look more important.
But Jin had seen the way his eyes moved. The swords, the rosary, the hands, the face. The Diamond had weighed him the way a merchant weighs gold, and he hadn't once tried to hide that he was doing it.
Jin didn't think he was a bad man. He just thought he was a careful one.
