This case had been screwed up from its very beginning, he mused. He wasn't surprised that it had turned into a real disaster. It had been a sweltering...summer day, the kind of weather you learned to expect in Washington, DC. He'd been sitting at his desk, poking with unwilling fingers at the keyboard of an antique word processor in an effort to make out an intelligible report on the case he'd just concluded, when... "Hey, Phil!" He looked up as a fellow agent slouched against the corner of his. I am stationed with an American lieutenant who lost his daughter to slavers. It is, how you say? A long shot? But we keep hoping that one day, we will find her." Too bad you don't have a picture of her. If we ran into her in our travels, maybe we could be of assistance somehow."The Mexican beamed, then pulled out an artist's rendering and handed it over. Brandon took a look, and was almost shocked at how young and beautiful the girl was."She would be almost seventeen by now, Senor. If you. " She pointed. The roof wasfive meters up. The walls only extended to half of that. She walkedthrough a door to the Great Room. Tesla pointed out movie sets as theywalked through. "Bedroom set, stage, with stripper poles today, livingroom set, shower, kitchen or bar. There's a loft and two other bedroomsets." What kind of movies?" Cheri picked at clothes on the bed in the bedroomset."Don't touch that. I've seen where it's been." She shook her head. "Pornmovies. Soaps. A few made-for-3D movies. “Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam.