Chapter 4: Lady Blade
Just after sunset, two men in fashionable suits emerged from a small upmarket art gallery near Washington Square. The older one, in his fifties, paused a moment to lock the door behind him. The illumination of the street lights through the glass of the door showed the gallery’s contents to consist entirely of naturalistic paintings of nude young females.
“Come on, Dad,” the younger one urged. He was in his early twenties and the family resemblance was unmistakable. “Looking at naked chicks all day has made me horny. I need some action.”
“I’m sure we can arrange that,” his father replied. “Plenty of unaccompanied women around this time of the evening, on their way home from work.”
As they walked along the street they cast furtive glances around them, their eyes lin
