Mask Market
Chapter One
I’m not the client,” the ferret seated across from me said. He was as thin as a garrote, with a library-paste complexion, the facial skin surrounding his veined-quartz eyes as papery as dried flowers. He was always room temperature. “You know me, Burke. I only work the middle.”
“I don’t know you,” I lied. “You knew—you say you knew—my brother. But if you did—”
“Yeah, I know he’s gone,” the ferret said, meeting my eyes, the way you do when you’ve got nothing to hide. With him, it was an invitation to search an empty room. “But you’ve got the same name, right? He never had any first name that I knew; so what would I call you, I meet you for the first time?”
It’s impossible to actually look into my eyes, because you have to do it one at a time. One eye is a lot ... read full excerpt from Mask Market ebook
