Dirk Gently Jacket Novels & Stories

I asked as he stepped my way. "Yeah, I just…" His face paled and I knew exactly what was coming next, steering him to a large bin so he could get sick in it, instead of all over his shoes. As he hunched over the bin I noticed the embroidery on the back of his leather jacket - a large R in a circle with the words "we ride together, we die together" around it. "Cool jacket, where did you get it from?" I asked once he'd recovered and had washed his mouth out with a bottle of water I had commandeered.

I finally said, my voice still cold but lacking some of its earlier venom. He nodded, stepping back to give me space. "I'll wait out here." I closed the door and moved to my dresser, pulling out longer pants—jeans that would be more appropriate for wherever we were going. My hands found the jacket Noir had bought for me, the one he'd given me before we left for the States. The leather was soft beneath my fingers, expensive and perfectly broken in. My heart felt heavy as I pulled it on, memories of that day flooding back.

Scott asked him. Ryker was reaching into the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing, Jo hadn’t even noticed it before. She was so used to seeing him in that dumb furry coat he wore all over Rusia, now that he didn’t need it anymore, she hadn’t realized he ws dressed a lot like the rest of them. It was a syringe. Ryker pulled a syringe out of his inner jacket pocket and used his injured arm to pull up the sleeve on his other arm, wincing at the pain it obviously caused to use his bleeding arm to do anything at all.

Duke looked outright nervous as he looked at the other man whose name I didn’t catch. The rest of the class worked on something. I could hear Lucian’s voice. Renfield pulled a holster from within the large box of gear. The other man pulled a different one for Duke. Then, he demonstrated how to put it on. “To my understanding, you’ll be in a dress,” Renfield said, offering another. “This one is for your leg.” Once I had it on, he put me in a poncho that was probably about as long as my dress would be. I looked over at Duke and found him putting on a jacket. His second dagger was strapped to his ankle it seemed. I bit my lip and faced Renfield.

A body was beside the truck, with a gun in his hand and a briefcase by the side, but three black SUVs and a truck from the local newspapers arrived at the scene before I could pick up the briefcase. The doors of the SUVs opened, and three men got down from them. They were putting on identical suits and carrying briefcases similar to the one I just saw, as they stood by the cars and waited for the fourth man to get down. He opened the door and stepped down as I approached the car with my officers. I noticed a $40,000 Richard Mille on his wrist, and an ancient symbol on his neck. "Good morning, Sheriff. My name is Jonathan Gordon, but you can call me Jericho," he said with a warm smile extendi

The Alpha's second gift was a brown jacket, which had a pretty detailing of the dark brown zipper, heavy and fluffy in my hands. If I hadn't recognised it immediately as a jacket Axel had worn on the first day, I'd have recognised it from the thick scent clinging to its fabric–so strong that I could practically smell it through the distance.

I tell him as he ripped the bag open handing me a pair of gloves, this meant I could now pick the coat up to get a better look, I didn't need any of my finger prints or dna effecting what's on the jacket. Once the gloves were on I slowly pick the jacket up, it seems old and I'm not talking a few years old, it looked older than me! I move to look in the inside pocket, when I reach my hand in what feels like an ID card fills the pocket. When I pull it out all our suspicions were true, Richards driving license was looking back at me. "But why would Richard leave his jacket here, he knows whenever he does an attack we investigate it, this is like a gold mine?" Brandon says pulling one of the evi

Feathers explode into the air. I kicked the card table over, the laptop crashes to the ground, screen cracking. I stomp on it once, twice, the plastic splinters. The closet, if you can call it that, is just a metal rod screwed into the wall with a hangers. Black tactical pants, a couple of long-sleeve shirts, a leather jacket that still smells faintly of rain and gun oil. I rip them down, i shred the pockets with my keys, found nothing but lint and a spare magazine for a Glock.

Why did he bring me here? I pondered. I’m not part of this circle. Suddenly, a very uncomfortable thought formed in my mind, but I pushed it out. Choosing to focus instead on what I actually knew. The jacket from Leon was indeed a type of uniform. Not only by color, but when some people walked through the dimmer sections of the room, their jackets glowed in the dark. When the auction started, I found out why. ========== There were six jacket colors. Deep red, dark blue, burnt orange, dark purple, forest green, and white.

POWER I watched Hendrik taking off his leather jacket and hung it o the hook just beside the door. Sweat dripped down his neck and his hands were stained with blood. Chills ran down my spine still with my eyes on him, not sure if he was aware of my presence. He took off his T-shirt wiped his bloody hands before tossing it on the floor. He glanced at me then shifted his eyes back on the leather jacket hung on the hook before him. My eyes suddenly caught sight of the fire arm tucked at the back of his pants. He slid his hands inside the pockets.