Chapter 3: Gideon and Rudy
Gideon noticed the stranger’s shoes immediately. “Nice. Expensive.”
“What’s that?” Brett the bartender should have been used to Gideon talking to himself by now.
“Nothing.”
Gideon had a thing for shoes, and not just those worn on television. There were 117 on his handcrafted shelf, most of them singles. He imagined slipping the ones off the feet of the guy who’d just walked in to add to his collection. A lime green flip flop Gideon had snatched at the beach when he was fifteen started it all. It was the first time he had given into the temptation that had gnawed at him for years. Once he’d experienced the rush that followed, he knew he would never need drugs. The flip flop’s rightful owner had amazing feet. They were average size, a nine or a ten, and really
