"There!" The taxi driver stopped in front of a two story house in a dpeleted part of the city. His finger was pointing to a door at the second level, up a metal staircase.
"Guy's name's Liotta. Mark Liotta. Be careful" said laconically the man.
Ed paid the run, and stepped out. It was Christmas, but the sun was hot, and everything in sight was dusted by the sand of the nearby desert. Euro found his throat dry, and would have paid anything for a glass of water.
The Italian stepped up the stair, stopping in front of the door. Before knocking, he tried to hear if any sound was coming from inside.
There were just the words coming from a TV...
...Birecic, Turkey... a first grade school with hundreds of children has been seized by terrorists of Al Quaeda at nine AM, local time, two AM east coast time. The terrorists, after having slain three teachers of the school, have given an ultimatum of twenty four hours to the Turkey government for retiring their troops in Iraq before bowing up the school...
Euro knocked the door.
After a moment, it opened, revealing a tall unshaved man, with a black goatee and ponytail, wearing shorts and a black T-shirt. The man just frowned.
"Liotta?" asked Edulcore.
"Maybe. Who are you?"
Euro grimaced. "The name's not important. A little bird told me you have something that interests me.."
Liotta looked outside, behind Euro. "And what that would be?"
"Boys..."
Liotta looked at Euro's eyes. "I don't know who told you such, but I am not the man you are looking for. Now excuse me..." he said, pushing the door. Just, it didn't close, because there was a foot of Euro between door and frame.
Euro's hand pushed the man inside. "I have a lot of money, man. I pay well..."
The man ran to open a drawer, taking out a small gun.
"I don't want to harm you, I just want to deal" smiled Ed. "A good friend of mine told me about you, Mark" gambled Ed. "An old French named Bull... Auguste Bull... a man over his seventies... white hair, white long beard... a Gandalf kind of figure... with a scar across his forehead."
The eyebrows of the man raised for an instant, revealing the name was not new to him. Or at least, that's what Euro thought.
"Come on..." said mellowly Ed, stepping in front of the man who still had the gun raised.
The hand of Euro went slowly to the back pocket of his jeans, taking out a roll of dollars. "Come on... he told me you have the goods...."
At the sight of the money, the man lowered the gun. "If it was Bull to tell you, I guess I could trust you. The man is a good client of mine."
"Bingo", though Euro. "This man knows Aurochs. Now I just need to..." but the line of toughs was cut by the door suddenly opening.
Sblam!
Framed by the door, appeared two man aiming guns at Ed and Liotta. More were behind.
"Raise your hands. You are under arrest for sexual abuse of minors!"
