Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Goes Into A COMA
by Tux Toledo
Page 4
Fortunately,
James appeared and got me off the hook. Mary stared at him,
her eyes a churning mixture of attraction and repulsion.
"Any luck, sir?" he asked me.
"No, James. It's quite a mystery. Where have you
been?"
"Looking around."
"See anything?"
"Nothing worth seeing."
Mary continued to stare at James while she spoke to me.
"I have work to do, Mr. Churchill," she said. "If you need
me, I'll be around." She slithered off to wherever it is
these art types slither off to.
"You know, James," I said. "If Lars wasn't such a good friend
of mine I don't think I would be here."
"Miss Bain is rather snooty, sir."
"She is indeed, James." I pulled the photo from my pocket and
handed it to him.
"This is the missing piece?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "It's off the wall if you ask me."
© 2008 David Biagini