Cervantes
“David, where are we with restocking the cells? I can only hold the buyers off for so long before they storm in here and shoot me between the eyes.”
“I’ve got a lead on an angel, a fallen angel, but she’s still got the golden halo. I’m also close to tracking down a mermaid, or merman, whatever the hell you call them.”
“Those will do nicely. I can get a few million for each. The angel, where is she?” I asked, anxious to get some zeros in my account and pissed off buyers off my back.
“Oregon. My informant says that she works as a bartender in a small city just north of the California border, and she lives alone. You shouldn’t have too much trouble pulling her off the street or getting into her apartment,” David replied.
“Not me, you. I can’t go out in public like this, espe
