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From another bistro across the street, wearing a very different face and body, I watched Marcone look at the images.
There were six pictures: Three high powered attorneys, one corporate executive, a city councilman and a notorious religious-political activist. Each picture was identical: a look-down at a dead body with small, neat bullet holes in the temples. On the chest of each body was a computer printed photograph of the deceased, engaged in acts of brutality with one of the children.
Marcone studied the pictures for a long moment. His expression never changed. Then he picked up the phone again.
“Where did you get the pictures?”
“Surveillance feed at the brothel,” I said.
“Those people were assets.”
“Those people were a market base waiting for a supplier,” I said. “As long as they were around, you’d have this problem again and again.”
Marcone’s face was stony. After a few beats he said, “This could be considered an attack upon my interests, Mr. Grey.”
I peered at him for a second, and then I chuckled. “Hah. You didn’t know they were pedophiles, did you? Or they wouldn’t have been working for you in the first place.”
“Yet they were mine. Their loss represents considerable effort that must now be re-invested.”


Parallel Worlds: The Heroes Within, Monsters, Page 359-360