Jet peered inside, pulled something out that was blocking her search. A set of pliers, handle wide, mouth open. Black rubber handle with a yellow logo at the bottom. Wait. No. Jet turned the pliers to read the brand name, her heart dropping all the way to her gut, taking the wings with it. Coleby. Written in a little yellow circle with pointed ends, against the black. No, no, no. Her heart was already there but Jet couldn’t follow. She pulled out more of the tools. A screwdriver. A wrench. Black rubber grips and a little yellow logo. Coleby. Coleby. They were all Coleby.
