Chapter 6

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They had searched for two hours before Rémy found what appeared to be a young Latino with a honey-blond modified Mohawk. He sat in a coffee shop on Forty-fourth and Seventh and nodded when Rémy held up the picture. “That’s Donal Berne,” he said as he sipped his coffee. “I’m Julio Reyes. Donal is a friend. Why do you need to know?”

“My employer found him this morning.”

“Is he dead?” the boy asked with a hitch in his voice as he counted change to pay for his meal.

“He was in bad shape, but he’s still breathing. My employer wants to help him. He discovered him in the park dying of an overdose.”

Julio’s eyes lit up when he heard the word help. To Rémy it seemed as if it broke the logjam in his brain. All of a sudden, there was additional information forthcoming.