Perry, Steve - Matador 06 - The Albino Knife by Perry Steve

Author:Perry, Steve [Perry, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-15T15:35:19+00:00

The address was of a small shop, and what it apparently sold was hand-knitted garments. There were shawls, caps, and mufflers artfully hung in a display behind the plastic window. The door slid open as they approached it.

Seated in a wooden rocking chair in front of a display case inside was a woman wearing a green wool caftan. She was perhaps eighty-five, white-haired and wrinkled, and was busy with her needles, knitting a sweater. She looked up at Khadaji and Veate and smiled, showing a fan of deep lines at the corners of her eyes. Veate found herself returning the older woman's smile.

"Good day," she said. "You're new, aren't you?"

"Yes, fem," Khadaji replied.

"Come looking for a nice gift, perhaps?"

"Come looking for Sub-Chief Heresh Vasquez of theSoldatutmarkt ."

The woman's smile froze,then faltered. She sighed and put her needles down, nodding as if to herself.

"Ah. I wondered if you'd ever get around to me."

Veate blinked, but held her face as calm as she could. This kindly-looking granny was one of the fearsomeSoldatutmarkt ? Come on.

"We aren't here to disturb your life, Fem Vasquez. We only want to ask you some questions. That done, we'll leave."

"Do I know you? You look familiar."

"I don't think we've ever met. My name is Khadaji. This is my daughter, Veate."

Recognition lit the woman's face. "Ah. I knew I'd seen you. You'rethat Khadaji, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm honored. What is it you want from me?"

Something in the woman's attitude bothered Veate, though she couldn't quite figure out what. She seemed less disturbed maybe than she should. In her place, a war criminal, Veate thought she'd be a little more nervous about being discovered.Especially by somebody like her father. "I need to know everything you know about a man named Massey.And about Marcus Jefferson Wall."

"Why? They both died during the revolution."

"So they did. I still need the information."

Vasquez stood. "Would you like some tea? There are chairs in the kitchen. We can talk there."

"That would be fine," Khadaji said. They followed Vasquez into the kitchen.

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