There's a saying...
"The best laid plans of men, often go belly up."
That might not be exactly how it goes, but you get the picture. Now, I'm not saying that I had it all figured out when I climbed into the back of the Tailor's car. In fact, I didn't know what my next move would be. But, what I did know was that I couldn't keep following him in that clunker of a bread truck. I stuck out like a sore thumb.
So, I buried myself under the money bags in his back seat. It was a risky move. I was counting on the fact that he was running late. Maybe, just maybe that would distract him enough to keep me hidden. Sure enough, we started moving.
I had no doubt that the Suit would have security. Whatever racket he was running, he wouldn't want any accidental visitors. There was probably fences, and gate, and guards. Hopefully I could ride this Trojan horse all the way in.
Then what? What would I do then? I didn't even know what to expect when we arrived. AT the very least, I would have the Tailor on a charge of attempted murder. But I still had no idea what all this business was about.
My gut told me it involved the girl. And the address pointed to the suit. But, I couldn't be sure. I wouldn't know for certain until we arrived.
Nothing like walking into a battlefield, not knowing who you're fighting, or why. Not even knowing what the stakes are.
Yeah, bad business for sure.
The car was coming to a stop. I could hear voices. Someone was yelling for someone else to open a gate. There was bright light pouring through the gaps if the bags. I held my breath.
"You're late. He's waiting for you in warehouse 7." a husky voice growled.
The Tailor just grunted.
As we started moving again some of the money bags shifted. Something hard pressed into my hip. Carefully, I reached down and felt the threaded end of a thick pipe. Tracing it with my fingers, I discovered that it was around 12" inches long. It felt heavy.
The voices faded. Lights dimmed. If ever there was a chance, it was now or never.
In one swift motion, I burst from under the money bags and lashed out with my metal club. There was a echoing thud as the pipe bounced hard off the back of the Tailor's head. I looked around, and by some miracle noticed that we were between two of the long dark warehouses. No one had seen, or heard anything.
Carefully, I crawled out from under the bags, and into the front seat. Popping open the driver's door, I pushed the lump of muscle and malice out onto the gravel.
Now to find warehouse 7.
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The Mystery Danger Serials: A Kiss Goodbye
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