“Thanks, Skeeve,” the vendor beamed, stuffing one copy of each translation into a pocket. “Believe me, this is a sure money maker.”
“Any idea yet where your storefront is going to be?”
“No. Remember I said I was going to start out small? Well, I figure to start by supplying the other street vendors, then using the profits from that to lease and stock the store front. It’ll probably be three weeks to a month before I’m ready for that move.”
A month wasn’t too bad for start-up time. I admired his industry and confidence.
“Well, good luck!” I said sincerely. “Be sure to leave word for me at the bank when you have a permanent address. I’ll be in touch.”
He gathered his wares and headed off down the street as I joined Pookie once more.
“I’d like to apologize for that mix-up,” I said. “I should have let you know he was coming over.”
“I figured he was okay,” the bodyguard replied, still watching the street. “He didn’t move like a mugger. It just seemed like a good time for a little demonstration, so I did my thing.”
“You really didn’t have to put on a demonstration for me. I don’t have any doubts about your abilities.”
Pookie glanced at me. “Not for you,” she corrected. “For them . . . the folks watching here on the street. It was my way of announcing that you’re covered now and they should keep their distance.”
That possibility had never occurred to me. “Oh,” I said. “Well, I guess I should stick with my business and let you handle yours.”
“Agreed,” she nodded, “though I’ll admit the way you do business puzzles me a bit. Sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear your dealings there.”