Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue's Gambit
by Tux Toledo
Page 4
"Winston,
something's wrong," Nancy said as we approached the house.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Ted hasn't been himself. Something's troubling
him. A wife can always tell. I don't know for sure,
but I think it has something to do with this Rigger fellow.
My intuition tells me he's trouble."
"What kind of trouble?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry I can't be more specific, but Ted
definitely hasn't been himself since he started doing business with
him."
I looked at Nancy.
"These days he's always so nervous," she continued. "And he
seems shifty. We both know that's not Ted. I just
know this Rigger fellow is behind it all. Now there's a
shifty one for you. I just don't trust him."
"Ted thinks highly enough of him to have invited him to be a member of
his sporting clays team." I said. "There must be some trust
there."
"There's something fishy about that, too" Nancy said. "I
don't think it was all Ted's idea."
"You think Rigger muscled his way in?"
"I suggested James," Nancy shrugged. "He's the logical
choice. But no, Ted picked Rigger."
"Well, you know how businessmen like to stick together."
"There's more to it than that. I know there is."
"Would you like me to pursue it?" I asked.
Nancy stopped and touched my arm. "Oh, would you, Winston?"
she said. "It would make me feel so much better."
"Sure."
"Be discreet, though, would you? Don't let Ted know I suspect
anything."
"You know me," I said. "I am always the epitome of discretion.
"And always the perfect gentleman," she smiled.
© 2008 David Biagini