Cleo didn't like this at all. There were too many people, way too many people for his tastes. In and out, he thought. No snags and no hitches. No Haffys and certainly no mystery man.
One of the group members had said to get his name. Cleo didn't know how to get this out of him. He thought about ways to get it out of him, but drew a big blank. Drawing, that was what Cleo wanted to do.
"What is your name?" Cleo asked bluntly to the mystery man. He then took out his pencil and notebook and proceeded to draw the man.


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