Private Detective Charles
"Curly" Morgan is used to dealing with intrique. But when the
mystery begins to involve his personal life, he's left to ponder
whether one can ever truly leave the past behind or if the present will
haunt him forever.
I was getting more spooked by
the minute. I noticed
a thin-faced man standing nearby; his dark, hollow eyes on my new
shoes. His soiled clothing hung loosely on his undernourished body. I
found a dry spot and sat down near the darkest corner of the large room
and ignored him.
That's when he made his move.
He ran and slid at me feet first, threw one leg
over both of mine and began untying my shoes! His dark eyes
concentrated on what he was doing. His mouth dripped thick saliva and
his long dirty fingers moved quickly, desperate for the prize. The sour
odor from his body was almost unbearable.
"You dumb son of a b__!" I yelled. I yanked my
other foot free and shoved it into his back to push him away.
It didn't phase him.
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