Of course the past would catch up to him. Claude hadn't expected to run away from the consequence of participating in a Fighting Pit, and it didn't even matter that he'd only gone against two werewolves or that he'd done it only so that he and Dean could get answers from Verna Wutchess.
He knew, somewhere down the road, that he'd have to deal with whatever bad karma awaited him from that incident. He just hadn't expected to deal with it so soon—and at such a bad time.
The cherry on top was that Bull had picked such a cliché place for them to meet; an alleyway, in the middle of two residential buildings in Burntwood City. The night had already blanketed the sky, and if it weren't for the sole light bulb hanging over the big pile of garbage bags filled with heaps and heaps of trash, Claude
