Shrouds of Darkness by Brock Deskins

Author:Brock Deskins
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

I replace the jacket Castillo confiscated, holster my sword and hand cannon, and slip the phone I took from the runner into my pocket. My first piece of real evidence is the phone, but I need someone to crack it and get me the call logs and contacts.

Marvin doesn’t live far away and when it comes to anything involving computers and electronics, he is my go-to guy. Marvin is a certified genius. He also annoys the hell out of me, but then so does everyone else on the planet so I try to keep an open mind.

He lives in a shitty apartment in an even shittier neighborhood because he claims that having a real job is selling out. In a way, I can understand the notion since I am self-employed myself. However, one cannot put enough emphasis on the employed part.

Marvin isn’t home when I knock so I skulk around across the street and wait for him to return. I don’t have to wait long. The lean, young black man comes strolling up the walk carrying a pizza, wearing the most ridiculous clothes I’ve seen outside a circus, and walking as though he suffers from an old gunshot wound to the leg.

I don’t know what new phase of weird Marvin is going through, but I just know he’ll use it to annoy the crap out of me. I take a deep breath, knock on his door—, and am promptly ignored.

I knock harder. “Marvin, it’s Leo, open up. I know you’re here, I watched you come in with a pizza and wearing a clown suit.”

“How do I know it ain’t the cops?” comes the reply from the other side of the door.

“Because the cops won’t shoot you through the door if you don’t open it in the next three seconds,” I tell him in an agitated voice.

“Only white people believe that and I only know one white boy dumb enough to walk this neighborhood alone.” The door swings open and Marvin does a good job of looking pleased to see me. “My man Leo! You must have a job for me. I know it’s not a social visit on account of the fact that you are the most anti-social mother fucker I ever met.”

“You know me too well, Marvin.”

The young man opens the door wider to let me in. “Information is my game but I don’t go by Marvin anymore. My crew calls me Mo’ Money.”

“What crew, your World of Warcraft playmates? And what’s with the ridiculous clothes and stupid nickname?”

Marvin throws his hands up as if I am going to arrest him. “Whoa, whoa! First off, it’s called a guild and online social networks are vastly exceeding the archaic concepts of flesh and blood interactions. Secondly, my gear shows I’m a man of the streets and a straight up gangsta. Thirdly, Mo’ Money says I’m a man of means and class.”

“Firstly, it’s called being a social reject and the prime factor in the success of Chris Hanson’s career. Secondly, your clothes would look ridiculous on a clown even if they fit properly.

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