The Mystery Danger Serials: A Kiss Goodbye

My New Friend, the Tailor

My New Friend, the Tailor...

     has an odd way with words. He never uses them. Aside from the occasional grunt, he is practically mute.

     This was the first clue that he wasn't the man in charge. The second clue was how he kept checking his watch, like he had somewhere to be. See, the top dogs, mister big shots, the men in charge, they don't wear watches. The guys who make the schedules don't care about breaking them.

     The tailor cared. After every glance at his watch, he would pick up the pace, wrap the chains a little faster, a little tighter. He had somewhere to be, soon.

     "Afraid you're gonna miss a hot date?" I said.

     He sneered, and patted the chains around my ankles. Then, pinching my cheek like my grandma, he grunted something that might have been an insult, and tossed me off the dock.

Yep, the Tailor sure has a way with words.