The Easytown Box Set
Page 77
I tapped my retro-style ballpoint pen on the small tablet of paper I always kept on my desktop. Right now, lying to my right, the pages of the notebook were flipped open to my latest case—one that should set me up for a couple of months.
A woman had come into my office last Friday. Mrs. Soriano was agitated and disheveled, and it wasn’t just from the rain. Her teenage son was in a band, a really shitty one if the demo vid I’d seen was any indication about their entire set, and missing. He was also into VR drugs, a known duster. He’d disappeared four days before and the cops didn’t have time for runaways.
I typically tried to avoid dusters. They usually either washed up on the shores of the Mississippi after a few weeks or wandered in from wherever they’d been holed up when they immersed themselves in the Cybersphere. Very rarely was there anything anyone could do for them, the allure of being able to plug in and live virtually in the internet without the real world interfering was simply too great.
Apparently, the drugs that took them there were pretty good too.
Mrs. Soriano had given me tons of information about her kid’s friends, his usual hangouts, and even who his dealer was. She’d seen the dealer’s name on her credfile a few times when her kid had hacked her account for drug money. Dusters were the smartest stupid people I’d ever known.
I’d taken what she gave me, cross-referenced it with street camera feeds and known duster safe houses. I found a kid who looked like hers from behind, but never got a clear picture of his face. I was positive it was him, though. The kid’s stride in the street camera footage matched vidfeed footage of him that his mother had provided. All I needed now was the credit authorization to clear from Mrs. Soriano and I’d go get her boy.
A soft beep from the wall behind me indicated a new message had arrived. “Andi, play the latest received message.”
“It’s a text file, boss,” she replied. “The sum of seventy-five thousand dollars has just arrived in your account. You will not have to dip into your personal savings to cover any expenses for several months with this amount.”
“Good news,” I said, groaning slightly as I lifted my legs off the desk and set them on the floor.
I tapped a button on the window frame and the clear, unobstructed view of The Lane faded away as the visalum frosted over with horizontal white bars, reminiscent of the old Venetian blinds my parents’ house had before it was destroyed in a hurricane.
What can I say? I have a nostalgic streak.
I lifted my shoulder harness off the back of my chair and shrugged into it. I patted the NOPD Sig Sauer I’d purchased at auction and checked the opposite side to ensure I had extra magazines. The Aegis went into its paddle holster on my hip, and my dark gray duster concealed everything.
I walked to the front door and popped the fedora off of its hook. Settling it down on my head, I checked my reflection in the mirror. Handsome as ever.
“Don’t wait up, Andi,” I said as I locked the door to my office behind me.
Two short flights of stairs and a reinforced door, then I was standing on The Lane as people moved back and forth in front of me like seaweed swaying in the surf.
I smiled. I was in my element. I was home.
THE END OF BOOK 3
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