London Bridges
Chapter One
COLONEL GEOFFREY SHAFER loved his new life in Salvador, Brazil's
third-largest city and some would say its most intriguing. It was
definitely the most fun.
He had rented a plush six-bedroom villa directly across from
Guarajuba Beach, where he spent his days drinking sweet caipirinhas
and ice-cold Brahma beers, or sometimes playing tennis at the club.
At night, Colonel Shafer-the psychopathic killer better known as the
Weasel-was up to his old tricks, hunting on the dark, narrow,
winding streets of the Old City. He had lost count of his kills in
Brazil, and nobody in Salvador seemed to care, or even keep count.
There hadn't been a single newspaper story about the disappearance
of young prostitutes. Not one. Maybe it was true what they said of
the people here-when they weren't actually partying, they were
already rehearsing for the next one.
At a few ticks past two in the morning, Shafer returned to the villa
with a young and beautiful streetwalker who called herself Maria.
What a gorgeous face the girl had, and a stunning brown body,
especially for someone so young. Maria said she was only thirteen ... read full excerpt from: London Bridges ebook
