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He'd had his eye on the property for more than a year, waiting like a cat at a mousehole for the shaky conglomerate that owned it to crumble a little more.
He'd had his ear to that mousehole as well, and had listened to the rumors of rehab or razing, of additional funding and complete bankruptcy. As he'd anticipated, the reality fell between, and the property popped on the market. Still he'd waited, biding his time, until the fanciful-to his mind-asking price slid down to a more reasonable level. And he'd waited a bit more yet, knowing the troubles of the group that owned it would surely make them more amenable to an offer well below even that level-with some additional sweating time.
The downloading and selling of property-or anything else for that matter-was a business, of course. But it was also a game, and one he relished playing, one he relished winning. He considered the game of business nearly as satisfying and entertaining as stealing. Once he'd stolen to survive, and then he'd continued when it had become another kind of game because, hell, he was damn good at it.
But his thieving days lay behind him, and he rarely regretted stepping out of the shadows. He might have built the foundations of his fortune in those shadows, but he added to them, wielded the power of them now in full light. When he considered what he'd given up, and what he'd gained by doing so, he knew it to be the best deal of his life. Now he stood in the rubble of his newest acquisition, a tall man with a lean and disciplined body.
He wore a perfectly tailored suit of charcoal gray and a crisp shirt the color of peat smoke. He stood beside the spark plug of Pete Staski, the job boss, and the curvaceous Nina Whitt, his head architect. Workers buzzed around, hauling in tools, shouting out to each other over the grinding music already playing, as Roarke had heard it grind on countless other construction sites on and off planet.
So we'll take her down to those bones, and give her what Nina here has designed. The tearing down what's outlived its time so you can begin to build up again. Pete hefted a sledgehammer. Stack of magazines left on the steps, too, back from It's good luck when the owner does it. He glanced at the scarred, dingy wall, smiled at the poorly spelled graffiti scrawled over it. Fuk the mutherfuking world!
The cheap material broke open, spewing out gray dust, vomiting out gray chunks. He plowed the hammer into the wall again, shooting out small sprays of gypsum, then a third time. As predicted, the bulk of the wall crumbled. Beyond it lay a narrow space with spindly studs-against code as well-and another wall.
Between the wall he'd opened and the one several feet behind it lay two bundles wrapped in thick plastic. But he could see, clearly enough, what they were.
Holy shit. Oh my God! Those are-those are-" "Bodies," Roarke finished.