Twenty-Six Years Ago - 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 w***e. 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
