"You said the buyer was coming this evening," said Pereira, pacing and flicking a switchblade open, shut, open, shut. "So where is he?" Pereira was wearing one of those shirts printed with Rococo art--Jesus's ascension to heaven. Jesus's uplifted eyes gazed into Pereira's impatient face as if he were commiserating with Pereira.

"I said he's arriving in *the city* tonight," Nick #hedged. "Not sure he'll make it *here* tonight or--"

Nick's phone sounded. "That's him!"

#wss366 #microfiction