“There’s a rumor going around that you’re the man for finding rare and dangerous objects.”
“There’s a rumor going around that you’re either a narc or a cop.”
I’m sitting on the edge of the lake, on a concrete reinforcement, while the fish float through the water beneath my feet. As I watch a turtle comes to the surface to watch me, followed by a smaller companion. I can hear footsteps steadily, nervously, approaching me, crunching first in the gravel then in the grass.
“You might as well just come sit down, rather than creep around back there.” I say, hearing them freeze.
“How did you know I was here?”
“You’re about as subtle as a toddler in a puddle, my friend.” I lay back, looking up at them. It’s a boy, my age or a few years older. Perhaps that would make him a man technically, but he has that boy look written all over his face.
“I heard that you’re the one to talk to if I need to find a rare or dangerous object.” He’s pale and, judging by the way he wipes his hands on his pants, clammy.
“Well, I heard that you’re either a narc or a cop. Though judging by your facial expression, it’s gotta be first-time rat.” He flushes at my words and I wink. “Run along now.”