Chapter 84: The Daughter's Manumission, Part 18, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Klempner and Mitch

KLEMPNER

I can't think straight. My work doesn't hold my interest. My concentration is blown.

An image of emerald-green eyes follows me.

What are you doing now?

I want to see her.

I want to see her. Not the pro, but her.

She's a whore. A professional. But still I want to see her.

It's ridiculous.

She's one of dozens....

Hundreds....

Mitch...

".... Finchby is asking if you can supply more exotics...." I tune back to the real world. Bech is looking at me oddly. "Sir?"

"Yes?" I snap. "What?"

"What do you think of that idea? Finchby is asking for Asians and Orientals. Both sexes and specifically the younger ones."

"Right...."

Get your mind back on it....

".... I may be able to arrange something, yes. I was planning trips next year to the Middle-East and around Rwanda. I could pull those forward."

Bech nods, pursing his lips as he jots a note. "Very good. Anything else?"