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272 pages, Hardcover
First published December 30, 2008
“I’m looking for a plot where the guy has sex with women – not romantic sex; with prostitutes, or even rape – and brings his son along to watch, so he can teach the kid how to do it.”
“Okay. You tell me what you want; I do it, period. For that, I get the Prof and Terry . . . and that other stuff you mentioned. Done?”
He nodded.
“What if I can’t pull off . . . whatever you want?”
“You still get everything I promised. But you have to go at it with everything you’ve – “
“This is a blood contract.” I cut him off. “I’ll do it, or I’ll die trying.” I gave him a few seconds to scan me, opening myself up to whatever truth-detecting skills he thought he had. “Deal?”
He held out his webbed right hand. I grasped it. Tight, like it was the Prof’s only chance to live.
I said nothing, just tilted my head to show I was listening.
He shifted posture to ask the unspoken question.
I shifted mine, to say I wasn’t going to answer.
No matter how the people who live below the underground figured it, any version of the Burke they knew would never pass up the chance to make a pile of cash and take out a couple of babyrapers at the same time. Some people are confused about my motivations, but nobody doubted my hate. If certain humans crossed my path, they were done, Pay me enough, and I’d go out and cross theirs.
I remember the Prof chuckling out loud at the whole idea of arming America’s friend-of-the-moment. “Fools think, just ‘cause they can get a snake to dance, it won’t bit ‘em the second it gets a chance.”
“It’s all done, son,” the Prof said, just before sunrise. But I knew he was only talking about one piece of it.
I don’t know what’s next. I can’t hear the whistle yet, but I can feel the vibrations through the tracks.
A freight train’s coming, and I’m going to hop it blind. I don’t know what it’s carrying, but I know it’ll take me to where I need to go.
Another life.
“You live outside the law. You support yourself by crime. You don’t experience guilt as a normal person might. In fact, you find some forms of aggression to be fulfilling, at least temporarily so. You’re filled with rage that you . . . eventually . . . learned to control. Not because you wanted to be a better person; because you wanted to be a more skillful criminal.”