Style, you
either have it or you
don't. And if you have it, you have it
all the time.The Rogue Meets His Match
by Tux Toledo
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"As many as you
would like to sell." She'd get suspicious if I showed interest
only in the ones with Sidney in them. At times I can be very
clever, don't you think?
She looked at me. Her eyes had cooled.
"I'm
afraid not," she said. She took the photos back, placed them in
the box and handed it to Brian. I watched intently as he took them back
to the other room.
"I can pay you a good price," I said.
"It's
not the money," she said. "They have sentimental value.
These photos are all that remain of my life. I can't possibly
part with them."
"Do you have the negatives? I could make copies."
"No, there are no negatives. All I have are those pictures. They are all that remain of my 'good old days'."
"I see. Well, think about my offer, would you?"
"I won't change my mind."
"If you do, leave a message for me at the Kensington Park Hotel."
She smiled and rose from her chair.
"Now
I'm afraid I must go, Mr. Miller," she said. "Brian and I help a
friend clean up his restaurant every night. He closes at
midnight."
I looked at my watch. It was ten minutes to twelve.
"I'm sorry I've taken so much of your time," I said. "I do appreciate your cooperation."
"It's been my pleasure." Her handshake was sly.
"Please think about those photos," I said. "I'd settle for even just a few of them."
"Perhaps I could spare one," she said. "I'll think about it. No promises, though."
"Fair enough," I said.
Brian
led me to the door and closed it behind me. I walked down the
stairs and out of the building. Even as I climbed into the Rolls
I felt as if I was being watched.
"Does she have the pictures?" James asked.
"Yes," I said. "I offered to buy them but she wouldn't sell."
"Pity, sir."
© 2008 David Biagini