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United States,
Fiction,
General,
Mystery & Detective,
Crime,
Private Investigators,
Mystery Fiction,
Hard-Boiled,
New York,
New York (State),
New York (N.Y.),
Kidnapping,
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Private Investigators - New York (State) - New York,
Children - Crimes against,
Burke (Fictitious Character),
Saudi Arabians - United States,
Child molesters,
Saudi Arabians
of paper, neatly typed:
The following scenarios are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN:
Violence or use of weapons
Rape fantasy
Beast work
Incest
Red or brown showers
Amputation or mutilation
See what I mean? she said as I glanced over the list. That particular service is Gold Card or better. A girl gets caught breaking any of these rules, shes gone, no matter what kind of earner she is. And a supervisor spot-checks every call.
I get it.
We dont, she said, a faint aura of accusation in her voice. We know youre hunting. She turned to the still-blushing Rejji, said, What? You think Burke came over here to play with you, brat? She turned back to me. Whats your problem? You dont think you can trust us, why come at all?
You know better than that, I told her. Im just feeling my way through this. I didnt come to ask you for something; I came over to learn.
And did you?
I might have.
Which means
?
If you know a girl who fits a certain profile, Id like to hear about it.
You said that funny, Cyn said, tilting her head. My fault: sometimes I forget that her IQ is as outrageous as her chest.
Hard-core sub, I got specific. Professional. No boundaries. The kind whod let a trick do anything to her, even with a kid in the room
Ugh! Rejji.
Shut up! from Cyn, who was listening intently.
and might have access to people who could put together a snatch of that same kid.
Like a mobbed-up boyfriend?
Heavier than that, I told them, measuring my words. Im talking about a girl with a client list that could include the kind of guy who could put together a military-type operation. A man willing to gamble big bucks, if he can play for much bigger ones.
So shed have to be in on it herself, Rejji said.
At first, Cyn said, but maybe not in on anything, anymore.
I nodded. You can recycle the script, but the ending never changes.
Same number? was all she asked.
* * *
W hy didnt you just level with them? Michelle asked, later that night. Rejji and Cyn are
Leveling with them means telling them the truth. And I dont know the truth, girl.
You think that baby wasnt snatched because a professional sub wanted to make some money? my little sister said, her voice a blended sourmash of anger and disgust. Please!
I knew better than to say anything.
This rich freak pays whores, and has his kid watch the action, right? my sister said. Who knows why he does it, but we know why they do. So maybe one of them has a pimp, or maybe her trick books full of big-bucks clients. Either way, somebody smelled a big payday, and called in the troops. Whats so
?
Girls with that level of client dont go dropping names, sis. They may know things, but they know what it costs to say things, too.
And you think, just because theyre into pain, you couldnt make them talk?
I ignored her sarcasm, said: Whoever put together that snatch team was top-drawer, with a lot of experience. Maybe armored cars, maybe banks
I dont know. But it had to be the kind of man who would be very touchy about who hed work with.
Meaning?
Meaning you can forget about torturea pro wont deal with anyone into that. Nothing to do with morals; you just never work with guys whore bent, because they bend too easy themselves. Plus, were looking for a heister; no way blackmails his regular business.
Maybe surveillance is his business, mahn. That would mean he already has a team. And a team is what it would take to clamp a twenty-four/seven on an address, never mind a moving target.
SureI nodded at Clarenceunless that custom Rolls was GPSed. Pryce thinks hes looking in the right places, but he cant get in deep enough; thats why he came to me. For us, the key isnt the baby, its the ransom.
But theres been no
Thats just it,
Tim Lahaye, Jerry B. Jenkins