CHAPTER SEVEN

Alec and Tailor allowed the two women to walk in first so they could see the man's face when they did.

"Ladies! You're here for your final fitting," smiled the man. "Please head to the dressing rooms. You know what to do."

"We'll be taking our suits now," said Jade.

"I'm afraid I can't let you take something that's unfinished," he frowned.

"You don't have a choice," said Tailor, ducking through the doorway, Alec close behind him.

"What is this? Who are you?" asked the man.

"I'm their friend, and this is their brother. We've got some things we'd like to talk to you about."

"You're related?" he asked, looking from the women to Alec. "The suits aren't done. I'll need more time."

"That's not what you just said. You said it was a final fitting. Where are they? I'll take them somewhere else to be finished," said Meredeth.

They could tell that the man was seething behind the counter. He wanted to force them to put those suits on, but there was no way he would be able to do it with those men there. He turned to the rack behind him and grabbed the suits and blouses, handing them to the women.

Tailor gripped his wrist, causing the man to cry out in pain.

"Sorry. I was trying to help." He grabbed the clothing and watched as Alec walked to the back, where the dressing rooms were.

Alec pulled out a small device and ran it along the walls of the dressing rooms, beeps and buzzes sounding throughout the space.

"What are you doing? Get out of there!"

Alec turned to him with a growl, then slammed his fist through the wall, finding what he wanted. Behind the mirrors were small cameras. He went ahead to each room, removing the devices and crushing them beneath his heel.

The small dais was raised about eight inches off the ground, but instead of being covered in carpeting, as most would be, it was covered in a shiny glass tile. He immediately spotted the red dot that the women had seen.

Slamming his heel into the tile, he gripped the camera and pulled it out. They could see the absolute panic on the man's face. When the phone rang, Tailor looked at the strange international number, grabbing the phone from the man.

"Hello."

"Something is wrong. All of your cameras aren't functioning."

"Something is definitely wrong," said Tailor. "Maybe you should come and fix them right now." He was met with silence.

"Who is this?" asked the man.

"I'm the man who has all your cameras now. Come and get them." The caller hung up, and the man behind the counter just shook his head.

"You have no idea what you've done. You've destroyed my business. They're going to destroy me," he said.

"Are you fucking with me right now? You've destroyed more women's lives than I can even imagine," said Alec. "You're going to jail, and your only hope is to tell me who put those cameras in."

The man shook his head, not willing to say a word. Alec just shrugged, opening the door to allow three police officers to enter the business.

"The cameras are in pieces on the floor, but the wiring is intact. He won't tell me anything, but I'll bet when he hits the jail cell, he'll squeal like a pig."

"Thanks, Alec," said the officer, nodding at him. They walked the women to their cars and helped them with their items.

"When you're ready to have these finished," said Tailor. "Just come on out to Gwen N'hana's place. She's a friend and will complete the tailoring for you."

"Thank you!" said Meredeth, hugging the big men.

"Really, thank you," said Jade.

A few minutes later, their twisted friend was led to a police vehicle in handcuffs. The doors of the tailoring shop were locked, bolted, and a sign on the door telling everyone it would be closed for the foreseeable future.

"His name is Felix Vestor. Says he's owned the business for the last eight years after his uncle passed. Claims he didn't know about the cameras."

"He's lying," said Alec.

"I know he is, but unlike you, we have to follow certain procedures. I'll take him downtown and see if we can get some information from him. Nicely," smirked the cop.

"Yeah, yeah, nice is overrated," said Tailor. "When you really want to get some information from him, give us a call."

"Look, we can't let you back in there, but you might want to get your tech boys back inside. I mean, accidentally, of course. It looks like there was a camera pointed at the door and at the register."

"Maybe a screening camera?" frowned Tailor.

"You tell us."