Deceptions Read Online Free
Author: Michael Weaver
Tags: Fiction, Psychological, General Fiction
YUNG (one of several names for MOPEI LINLEY FOO). Born in Hong Kong, U.K., and brought to U.S. as child by parents,
now deceased. Current age, 34. Yung works on and off as a sometime actress, singer, photographer’s model, fashion reporter.
Apparent independent means as parents’ sole heir of record. Unmarried. Yung is known to have had close and lengthy relationship
with Vittorio Battaglia just prior to Battaglia’s disappearance approximately ten years ago. Yung is known to have worked
and traveled throughout Europe and the Far East.
The artist moved on to his own printout.
GIANNI SEBASTIANO GARETSKY. Born N.Y., N.Y. Current age, 38. Single known alias, JOHN CARPELLA. Parents, Maria and David Garetsky,
both deceased. Murdered in internecine syndicate crime war of early eighties.
GARETSKY avenged parents’ murder by killing Ralph Curcio, fleeing to Italy, and living there as John Carpella. Vittorio Battaglia’s
closest friend and confidant since early childhood.
FBI EVALUATION: There is no hard evidence but itis assumed that the two men have maintained covert contact for most of the past twenty years. Although GARET-SKY’s father
was a lifelong soldier in the Donatti crime family, there is no evidence that GIANNI GARETSKY himself, once past the age of
seventeen, was ever involved in any kind of syndicate business. He is currently recognized as one of America’s foremost artists.
Gianni slowly put down the two printouts. So much for any hope of this not being a genuine FBI operation. And who would believe
his having had to shoot them in self-defense to save his own life?
He stood listening to himself breathe.
There really was nothing more to think about. Whatever came next, he first had to clean himself and take care of the bodies.
He stood naked in front of a bathroom mirror and looked at what they had done to him. A strange bloody creature quivered in
its own violet light. Beneath the blood, his flesh was swollen, formless, purple. His eyes peered dimly through a velvet mist.
“Why?” he said aloud to the thing in the mirror.
When Gianni came out of the bathroom, he put on a fresh shirt and jeans and set about scrubbing the floor clean of blood.
With that done, he wrapped the bodies, using bedsheets as shrouds and tying them with strong nylon cord. He worked methodically
and with full concentration, doing his best to keep his mind empty of all else.
But after a while a cold rage broke through that made him hate the two agents even in death. They had robbed him of his future,
fouled all that might have been good in his life. Insanely, he wished he could do them additional damage.
Still, all he finally did was what needed doing. He went downstairs, drove their car several blocks away and left it parked
at a curb. Then he moved his own car, a jeep wagon, to the just-vacated space in front of his building, loaded the two bodies
into it in a panic of sweat and strength, and shortly after 3:00 A.M. drove out of lower Manhattan andheaded west to the Hudson River, then north toward the upper reaches of Putnam County.
He drove carefully, staying well within the posted speed limits. What was his rush? Regardless of how fast he drove, two government
agents alleged or otherwise would still be dead in the back of his wagon, and he would still be in the worst trouble of his
life.
Vittorio Battaglia!
The name alone was impossible. Imagine a helpless little kid being launched into life as
Victory Battle.
It was a joke. Unless, like Vittorio, he started right off taking the name seriously.
Vittorio himself, apparently, was still alive. Gianni had spoken the truth when he told Jackson and Lindstrom he had not seen
Vittorio in twenty years. His friend had already disappeared by the time Gianni returned from his flight to Italy. He could
not even remember the last time he saw him.
What Gianni
did
remember was the first time he saw him… when they were both eight years old and
now deceased. Current age, 34. Yung works on and off as a sometime actress, singer, photographer’s model, fashion reporter.
Apparent independent means as parents’ sole heir of record. Unmarried. Yung is known to have had close and lengthy relationship
with Vittorio Battaglia just prior to Battaglia’s disappearance approximately ten years ago. Yung is known to have worked
and traveled throughout Europe and the Far East.
The artist moved on to his own printout.
GIANNI SEBASTIANO GARETSKY. Born N.Y., N.Y. Current age, 38. Single known alias, JOHN CARPELLA. Parents, Maria and David Garetsky,
both deceased. Murdered in internecine syndicate crime war of early eighties.
GARETSKY avenged parents’ murder by killing Ralph Curcio, fleeing to Italy, and living there as John Carpella. Vittorio Battaglia’s
closest friend and confidant since early childhood.
FBI EVALUATION: There is no hard evidence but itis assumed that the two men have maintained covert contact for most of the past twenty years. Although GARET-SKY’s father
was a lifelong soldier in the Donatti crime family, there is no evidence that GIANNI GARETSKY himself, once past the age of
seventeen, was ever involved in any kind of syndicate business. He is currently recognized as one of America’s foremost artists.
Gianni slowly put down the two printouts. So much for any hope of this not being a genuine FBI operation. And who would believe
his having had to shoot them in self-defense to save his own life?
He stood listening to himself breathe.
There really was nothing more to think about. Whatever came next, he first had to clean himself and take care of the bodies.
He stood naked in front of a bathroom mirror and looked at what they had done to him. A strange bloody creature quivered in
its own violet light. Beneath the blood, his flesh was swollen, formless, purple. His eyes peered dimly through a velvet mist.
“Why?” he said aloud to the thing in the mirror.
When Gianni came out of the bathroom, he put on a fresh shirt and jeans and set about scrubbing the floor clean of blood.
With that done, he wrapped the bodies, using bedsheets as shrouds and tying them with strong nylon cord. He worked methodically
and with full concentration, doing his best to keep his mind empty of all else.
But after a while a cold rage broke through that made him hate the two agents even in death. They had robbed him of his future,
fouled all that might have been good in his life. Insanely, he wished he could do them additional damage.
Still, all he finally did was what needed doing. He went downstairs, drove their car several blocks away and left it parked
at a curb. Then he moved his own car, a jeep wagon, to the just-vacated space in front of his building, loaded the two bodies
into it in a panic of sweat and strength, and shortly after 3:00 A.M. drove out of lower Manhattan andheaded west to the Hudson River, then north toward the upper reaches of Putnam County.
He drove carefully, staying well within the posted speed limits. What was his rush? Regardless of how fast he drove, two government
agents alleged or otherwise would still be dead in the back of his wagon, and he would still be in the worst trouble of his
life.
Vittorio Battaglia!
The name alone was impossible. Imagine a helpless little kid being launched into life as
Victory Battle.
It was a joke. Unless, like Vittorio, he started right off taking the name seriously.
Vittorio himself, apparently, was still alive. Gianni had spoken the truth when he told Jackson and Lindstrom he had not seen
Vittorio in twenty years. His friend had already disappeared by the time Gianni returned from his flight to Italy. He could
not even remember the last time he saw him.
What Gianni
did
remember was the first time he saw him… when they were both eight years old and
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