It seemed so mysterious, that black leather glove in the road. I picked it up and looked around to see a matching glove anywhere. How could it be? A wealthy man was rushing down the road dodging the women on the sidewalk and he was being careful not to catch anyone’s attention. This man had only one glove on his hand. He was panicked, almost distraught, like something miserable had just happened. Behind him ran two little children crying. One of them yelling because his toy firetruck had slipped from his hands. The man turned back and shushed them, desperately trying to keep them quiet. He opened an old Mercedes Benz and quickly placed the children inside. I chased after the car as it pulled away. As he passed me, I saw a small splatter of blood on his jacket. It all started with this one black leather glove.