When Monday evening finally rolled around Tyson couldn't shake the mysterious feeling he had been contemplating all day. Something stirred in him every time he thought about the conversation that unfolded between him and the old man. Pointe Place was a town of people who kept their heads down and went about their business. It surely was not a town where old men walked into Cece's asking for information on an undisclosed topic. This was unheard of in Pointe Place, especially to Tyson.
"I need you for what you know. For what you have done," the old man, Master Gooway, had told Tyson. This was a jolt to Tyson's system. What had he done? Did the old man know something Tyson didn't? What DID Tyson do?
The conversation progressed and Gooway tried to butter Tyson up. "You are the wisest man in Pointe Place," the old man said smoothly, trying to calm Tyson down. Tyson may have found himself being hugged by the seat of a barstool more than most, but he was not an unintelligent guy. His brain worked fast and he understood when things weren't right.
Tyson sat at his regular seat after Gooway left for the library and thought to himself, "This guy is up to something. He knows something I don't and I need to figure out what it is." Tyson, being intoxicated half the time, knew how to walk the streets of Pointe Place quietly. It would be easy to follow the new comer around the find out what he was up to.
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