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He ignores me completely, handing me a pile of folders.
“We got a few high-profile targets,” Kris continues as I rifle through the pages. “There’s one in particular I think you should take a look at.”
I quickly flip through the stack and frown when I feel how thin one of the folders is.
“Missing pages?” I ask, holding it up.
He shakes his head. “No, that’s the one I wanted to talk about.”
I look at the label on the front.
“SIN?” I ask. “What the fuck kind of name is that?”
Before Kris can reply, I open the folder and frown again when I see the almost blank card in front of me.
SIN (only known alias)
Age: unknown
Morality: not innocent
Occupation: unknown
City: unknown
“What about PDC?”I ask, holding up the single page, referring to the computer program that revolutionized my business which stands for ‘Personnel Detection Computer.’ Kris shifts where he stands.
“PDC didn’t come up with anything. The man’s a fucking ghost. I don’t even know how we managed to grab him, honestly. We lost a man and had to pump him full of enough drugs to down a horse to get him in here. I’ve got the heaviest chains on him now in the lower dungeon.”
“Interesting,” I reply. “Why was he picked up in the first place? Is there someone specific looking for him, or will he be going up for public auction?”
“Public auction, just another tip-off, nothing out of the ordinary. Once we started, we had to complete it, though. I’ll send you the tape. But what do you think? He saw nothing, so it may be best to cut our losses quickly on this one. Plus, it’ll be tough to sell him without a background.”
“True, but no. Let’s not dispose of him yet. I’m curious.”
Kris frowns. “You know what they say about curiosity.”
I laugh. “I’m far from using up my nine lives. Besides, since when did something being ill advised ever stop me?”
“Twisted bitch,” he grumbles but doesn’t object further.
I smile and wink at the compliment.
“Takes one to know one.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“For now, nothing.”
“And when he wakes up?
I tilt my head and smile. “Call me once he wakes up. I want to meet this so-called Sin.”
* * *
The first thingI notice when the cell door opens is the sheer size of him. The cells aren’t huge, but they’ve never seemed quite this small to me. The thick stone walls that are most of the interior of CASH-ULTY are particularly worn down here. The once dark corners are illuminated by fluorescent lights that only further highlight the old blood stains that cover much of the floor. Old, rusted chains hang from one of the walls, a macabre reminder of some of the fortress’ original uses.
The prisoner, Sin, is chained in the center, thick steel lengths effectively keeping him pinned. We’ve seldom had to use this room before, but without knowing this man’s history or what he’s capable of, I’m glad Kris thought of it.
