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“I need
your help, kristin.”
“‘kristin?’ Wow . . . what’s the—”
“I’m in something now that’s  .  .  .” Castillo breathed more deeply,
memories clouting him. “Ok, here’s the thing: I’ve got a couple psychological reports to figure out for a case I’m working on. But it’s all just a
bunch of numbers and bullshit shrink jargon I can’t decipher.”
“Ok . . .”
“I’m gonna need a little help figuring some of this shit out. And
maybe, I guess, I also need someone I can trust.” And maybe someone who
can help hold me together through this first assignment back. Just once . . .
“you were never a ‘maybe’ guy.” her end of the line grew muffled.
Probably shutting her office door. “Not a minute ago, you told me you
were finally out. What the hell they got you working on now?”
“I can’t tell you. you know that.”
“yes,” she said, her turn to sigh. “I know that.”
“Will you help me?”
Pause.
“kris?”
“yes,” she said.
“I’d just need you to look at the files and maybe give me personality profiles. Who these guys are, how they think. Six subjects. you have
time?”
“Do I have . . . you know, this is fucking nuts. Whatever. Send me
the files. I’ll get to them as soon as I can.”
“Also, if you could, any generic profile data you can pull together on
sociopaths would be good. It’ll all arrive by courier later today.”
“Ok.” More confusion in her voice. “Not a problem.”
“Thanks. Means a lot.”
“Was there anything else?”
Castillo thought. Maybe he’d try something like I’m sorry I left the
way I did. What the hell have you been up to the last ten months? How’s Allie?
How’s that damned husband of yours doing? Or maybe . . . “No,” he said. “I
better go anyway. Whenever you can get to it . . .”
“I’ll look at it today.”
“Thanks. I, ah . . . Talk soon.”
he shut the phone and put it away. Drew his 9mm pistol in its place.
he’d replay the call in his mind many times again later. he’d think
of her. Later.
Now it was time to find the clone.
PLANS ShAreD
     
JuNe 04, SAturdAy—SAliSbury, Md
     
    J
    acobson watched the fading moon from the back porch of a
small ranch house in the outskirts of Salisbury, Maryland, as a
bruise-colored dawn emerged underneath. The only other light
was from a single hallway fixture deep inside. Leaning back in a
    wooden rocker, legs outstretched, the backpack at his feet, a slender, assuaged smile rested across his face. his boys had grouped around him in
a lopsided semicircle, quietly smoking cigarettes and drinking the beer
they’d found in the fridge. Nurse Santos lay freshly entombed within
the tomato and pepper garden not twenty feet away. The whole of creation seemed still, waiting.
“During the Middle Ages,” the geneticist said, “people believed
    Cain lived on the moon.”
“That’s gay,” one of the boys laughed. Dennis. Jacobson eyed the
boy, analyzed him.
“Why’d they think that?” another voice asked.
Jacobson gently turned to Ted, the boy who sat closest. Beautiful
Theodore. The same angelic face that had once charmed, raped, and
murdered thirty women. “Do you know what happened to Cain after he
killed his brother?” he asked the teen.
“he lived in the land of, ah, Nod,” Ted replied. his voice was deep,
about to leave childhood behind forever. “Like the poster thing in your
office.”
Jacobson nodded. “Good. And then what?”
The boy thought, shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Anyone?” Jacobson knew the other boys were half listening at best.
Distracted. excited. “ Nod means ‘wander’ in Aramaic, the language of
the Bible, and most faiths believe Cain ‘wandered’ the earth. Cursed.
unable to die.”
“Like a vampire,” Jeff said. Aptly, his words sounded deep and hoary,
as if spoken by something that had newly wrestled itself free from its
tomb. Still, Jacobson could hear the clear echo of his own adopted son
in the