Tag...You’re It
June 17th
And this is why I was reluctant to hire Anastasia.
“That’s a special order for a client,” I say as I take the bag of dried chicken feet from her. “Where’s Houston? He is supposed to unpack the shipments.”
“He went out,” she replies as she resumes rummaging through the box. “What’s this? They look like toenail clippings.”
“What do you mean, he went out?” I say as I take the bag of toenail clippings from her. “They aren’t toenail clippings. That would be gross.”
“They look like toenail clippings,” she says with a shrug. She holds up a tiny bag of white powder.
“Get the thought out of your head.” I hold out my hand and she gives me the bag.
“So what is it?”
“It’s werewolf dander. What do you think it is?” I say. “Where’s the packing list?”
“Fine, don’t tell
