Procession of the Dead (The City) by Darren Shan

Author:Darren Shan
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Noir fiction, Gangsters, Fantasy, Crime, Science Fiction, General, Magic realism (Literature), Fiction
ISBN: 9780446551755
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2010-06-04T07:03:51.511000+00:00

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I stayed through the night. Secretaries and temps came and went in shifts but I remained, hooked to one terminal or another, eyes glued to screens or pages, fingers flicking over keys or through books, searching, absorbing, analyzing. The files were as detailed as Ama had claimed. Everything I’d done since coming to the city was listed. Bills, receipts, inventories. Transcripts of conversations with clients, friends and associates. Even the tennis scores from my day at the courts. The Cardinal must have spent a fortune compiling this.

But not a word about my past. I used the computers to cross-reference my name with everything they could muster, but it was like I’d asked them to find a ghost. As far as the records were concerned, before I’d come to this city I hadn’t existed. In the face of such a lack of evidence, I could almost believe that I’d blinked into existence that day. Except I had memories. They were vague and I couldn’t get a proper fix on them, but they were there. The face of the woman. My familiarity with old movies, songs and books that I liked.

It had to be amnesia. The Cardinal must have found me in a hospital as Ama had suggested, mind frayed, a wreck. He brought me here to serve one of his obscure purposes, fed me a false identity and set me loose. It was like something out of a sci-fi flick but I could buy it. Just about.

But what about Theo, Cafran Reed and Sonja Arne? They weren’t amnesiacs. Maybe it was a big pretense but Theo had acted as if he truly thought I was his nephew. Cafran had studied Ama with a father’s loving eyes. Sonja had doted on Adrian before she denied all knowledge of him. Easy to think they’d been bought, that they were playing The Cardinal’s game, but I didn’t think it was that simple. If I was any judge of character, they really believed that we were their relations.

I looked up Theo’s files. He had two sisters, neither living in the city. I called both, my throat dry, not a hundred percent neither of them was my mother. I told them I was an old friend of Theo’s, that I’d been away a long time and had just learned of his death. They were glad to talk about him. Neither recognized my voice. I probed gently, throwing innocent questions their way. One was divorced and childless, the other had six children, the eldest a mere seventeen years old. I thanked them for their time, promised to drop in if I was ever nearby, and severed my connections with my uncle once and for all. He wasn’t my mother’s brother. He’d probably never seen me before I arrived that dull and rainy day.

I searched for Y Tse Lapotaire and Adrian Arne. I figured they had to crop up somewhere. But not a whiff. I went back further. As Inti Maimi, Y Tse had been The Cardinal’s right-hand man.

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