Shadowman Makes a Plan

Shadowman reclined at his desk, feet propped on a pulled out drawer. He longed for a brandy. Instead he waited for an underling. Only checking his watch stopped his fingers from drumming.

"God," he murmured, straightening in his chair when he heard a knock. "Come in."

He watched George hauling a square object and his impatience vanished.

"Here it is, boss." He set the wrapped item on the desk.

"She didn't have a motion sensor so I had no trouble getting in. The car's a beauty, boss. You drive one of them BMWs too, right? I'd like to get my hands on that one. Black, I'd prefer. Leather interior."

Shadowman raised a hand. "Just shut up." Tearing the brown paper aside, he observed a picture. He blinked, but the item didn't look any different. Flowers. In some kind of needlework.

"Boss?"

He looked up at his employee. Turning the picture towards him, "What do you see?"

"Flowers. My sister does needlework stuff, too. Says it relaxes her."