DROP THIRTY-FIVE
A familiar face darkened his shop’s entrance, but he couldn’t place it immediately. He was top-heavy, muscled.
“George! Come on in.”
The security man checked the inventory, touching the fabric on one of the mannequins. “You said you’d have something I’d like.”
Hector smiled wide. He pulled the vest from the drawer and held it up. It looked like what you’d wear underneath a tuxedo.
George rubbed it between his fingers. Incredulous, he looked up at him. “This is bulletproof?”
“Bulletproof, knife-proof, and lets the skin breathe. You can wear it all day. It needs a bit of care when washing it, I’ll write down the instructions for you. It’s done by hand, not machine washable. But other than that, I believe it will work great for your case.”
“What’s it made of?”
“Graphe
