I knew Graham kept a pocket knife in one of his jackets. I looked in the closet, through all of his pockets. I found nothing. I decided to sneak off to the bathroom to see what I could find there.
I opened the bedroom door and heard the television. I tiptoed around the corner and into the small but tidy bathroom. I rummaged through the drawers knowing there were some razors around somewhere. Izzy was sniffing around the room, attacking the strings at the end of the carpet.
“I’m glad at least you’re happy. Iz.” I said, continuing to look through the drawers.