He watched Lew for a while, just short of staring, before asking, with a nod at the display, "That box on the bottom shelf—how many colorado-claros left in it? Without looking, I mean."
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What kind of super observation skills does it take for a person to observe that another person has super observation skills? This guy just ran into Lew and he's asking him to perform Rainman tricks on fatter, juicier versions of toothpicks? Why would he suspect that Lew knew how many cigars were left in a box after having glanced at the box briefly? And if you have super observation skills like that, why would you need somebody else with the same skills?
Oh wait! I know the answer to that question! In fact, I knew the answer to that question long before I rhetorically asked it! If you're running a detective agency, you need as many people with super observation skills as possible. I don't know if this is Nate Privett because I don't remember if he's plump and dapper but I'm sure he's, at least, a business associate. We're finally getting to the story about how Lew Basnight found himself working for White City Investigations.
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