Mortal Lock by Andrew Vachss

Author:Andrew Vachss [Vachss, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2013-05-07T04:00:00+00:00

PROFILE

A Cross Story

1

“This one is mine,” the girl said, as her fingers danced over an ergonomic keyboard with an attached wrist cushion. Her posture was boarding-school perfect: back straight, wrists resting on the keyboard’s cushion, forearms parallel to the floor.

The girl was almost thirteen. To her wealthy father, an ongoing source of bafflement. To the three men in the room with her, a job.

The man standing close to the girl’s right side was utterly unremarkable, a human generic. “He looks like every guy you ever saw walking down the street,” a cop named McNamara had once described him. “Probably could get a job being the extra at lineups.” The man was wearing a dark business suit over a white Kevlar shirt and a plain black tie.

Several feet to that man’s left was a creature so mammoth as to cause gasps at first sight, his huge, formless body encased in a putty-gray jumpsuit. He stood motionless, right hand gripping his left wrist. The tip to the forefinger of that hand was missing—the remaining digit as smoothly polished as an aluminum cigar tube. And roughly the same size.

Directly behind the girl, peering over her shoulder excitedly, was a man who would have been described as “huge” if not for the contrast of the monster in the same room. This glowing specimen was dressed in a chartreuse tank top over a pair of sunburst-yellow parachute pants, his impossibly overdeveloped arms and chest bulging even at rest. Every visible inch of his body was ripped with corded muscle, as chiseled as a quarry-stone statue. His head was shaved, and polished to cue-ball smoothness. But the overdone body and outrageous costume were seemingly mocked by a mud-thick application of makeup. His eyes were surrounded with enough mascara to print a page. A heavy blush of rouge adorned his cheeks. And his Eau de Walmart cologne was slathered on heavily enough to displace smog.

The computer’s screen popped into life.

Name: AriaBlue11888

Location: Chicago

Sex: You wish!

Marital Status: Shut up!

Birthdate: I’m almost legal.

Computer: Pul-leeze!

Hobbies: HangN wiD mah girlz, Buffy TVS, gettin’ in trouble.

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