Yorub watched as the man he had been tasked to watch left his home, a room he had been renting for almost twenty years. It was an odd assignment, following the eccentric scholar Piatt, a man who was spoken of as both foolish and a man of rare genius.
But why would somebody want to tail a man like him, Yorub wondered, then cast the thought aside, what did he care, the man who had hired him had paid him for weeks worth of work, and promised twice the sum once he had completed the mission.
As he tracked the man, being careful to keep at least three or four people between himself and Piatt, he smiled smugly. This was too easy, it was like getting paid to sit around and wait.
But now Yorub's mentor's voice echoed in his head, 'Yorub, if something is too good to be true, then it is.' His mentor had screeched at him, before rapping his knuckles with a cane, as he did whenever he wanted to emphasize a point.
