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wonderful wife at their favorite Japanese restaurant. He
was happy to be home for a little rest and relaxation when David
called and said he was back in the city and wanted to
meet.
    It was a waste of a Sunday night, but at least
there was no traffic, and it gave him the perfect opportunity to
swing by and fuck Olga, his hot Russian mistress.
    Sitting in the back of his limo, he rolled up
the dividing window then called Olga. She didn’t answer, so he
called again. She still didn’t answer, so he texted.
    Before he knew it, he was in Manhattan. Bradley
rolled down the divider and told his driver to double park in front
of David’s East Side high-rise, which David lived in, and
owned.
    Cars beeped their horns while passing in the
street. The icy sidewalks still only had a few people hurrying
around.
    David came out of the building with his
bodyguard.
    Bradley put on his scarf and gloves before
getting out of the car.
    David and Bradley strolled down the sidewalk
while David’s bodyguard stayed twenty feet behind.
    Obviously annoyed, David asked, “So, what’s
with this cloak and dagger shit?”
    Bradley replied, “I just want to be safe. Is
that not what Wayne Norman always tells us? To be safe?”
    “Yes. Yes. So, what is it?”
    “Do you remember that little boy who left the
fundraiser on a stretcher yesterday?”
    “Just get to the point, Bedford. It’s
late.”
    “Ko Sin Lu, raped that little boy in the
staircase during the fundraiser.”
    David stopped walking. “Damn it. He just
couldn’t resist, that little bastard. His president offered him a
whole harem of boys back home and assured us that this would not
happen. Now we’re fucked.”
    “We’re fucked? Try telling that to the
seven-year-old boy who had his asshole torn open and then stitched
back up.”
     

CHAPTER 12
     
    Monday morning, Richie still hadn’t gotten much
sleep and he wasn’t feeling any better. He called in sick for that
afternoon, but didn’t tell his wife.
    Gail took Taylor to her mother’s house before
going to work.
    Richie stood with Chelsea on the sidewalk until
the school bus picked her up. It was the first time she had to go
to school without her big brother, but Richie told her that Taylor
needed to rest for a few days before going back. He kissed his
daughter before she got on the bus, then he waved until the bus was
out of sight.
    No one told Chelsea exactly what had happened
to Taylor. They just told her that he had been hurt and needed to
recuperate. Richie was confident that she was too young to
understand what had really happened.
    Back inside the house, Richie had a couple cups
of coffee and a few cigarettes while continually checking his cell
phone.
    Rocky, the family’s fat yellow Labrador,
stepped around the mess of clothes and toys that were strewn about
the floor. It then climbed up onto the couch and curled up against
Richie. He stroked the dog’s head while staring at the
wall.
    Finally, the phone rang. It was a 212 number
that he didn’t recognize. He usually didn’t answer calls from
numbers he didn’t know, but he had a feeling this was the
detectives. He answered, “Hello?”
    “Mr. Carson. McCoy here.”
    “What’s up? Any news?”
    “The surgeon from last night volunteered his
DNA sample. The results should be ready in a couple hours. Also,
there were no other Asian men there, including employees and
volunteers.”
    “And what about the ambassador?”
    “We’re still trying to locate him. But, keep in
mind, Mr. Carson. It may not be either of those two men. We’re
talking about the memory of a traumatized seven-year-old boy. It
could have been someone who looked Asian, maybe Mexican or South
American—or the man could have been white, or even another race and
your son just didn’t get a good enough look at him.”
    “My son has a better memory than I do.” Richie
had already researched the surgeon and the ambassador online, and
after looking at the pictures of Ko Sin Lu, he had a