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16 reviewsSMOKY BLUE LIGHT bounced off a cache of computer monitors onto Scorpion’s pallid face. The digital screens were vertically stacked, three on top of three. They were big mothers, thirty-two-inch gaming monitors. The small room was otherwise dark, leaving the space with the ambiance of an analyst’s cubicle at a Central Intelligence Agency nerve center. Like a guy sitting there tracking a cell of al Qaeda men skulking around in Pakistan.
Through a pair of Bose earbuds Scorpion listened to the tranquil “Blanket of Stars” by Eroded Sky. Something easy on the morning nerves.
It was early May, 6:17 in the morning, sunrise in 21 minutes. Outside, the heat was in the planning phase of reaching blast furnace temperatures by mid-day.
The e-book version of American Kingpin was displayed on all six screens, the story of Ross Ulbricht, the criminal mastermind who created the Silk Road website, a wild bazaar of a place dedicated primarily to selling drugs online with payments made in Bitcoin.
Scorpion leaned back in his ergonomic gaming chair; a chair designed for a guy who could stare at a screen like a zombie for twenty hours without a twitch. He was at the beginning of the last chapter. It was the third time he’d read the book, because he liked digital shenanigans.
After launching the text, he pulled a long wooden kitchen match from a rectangular cardboard box resting on his desk, ripped the business end across the strike pad, and splashed the flame to the day’s first Jamaican brushfire, a fat doobie of herb. Scorpion had been an epic dope smoker since he was twelve. The kind of guy that would have Willie Nelson, or maybe even Snoop Dogg, flip out with paranoia and lock up their shit if he came around.
He inhaled the smoke deeply into his lungs, held it as long as he could, and let it drift out of his nose and mouth. His eyes closed for the spiritual event. One big rip…and he was IN the book.
Wake n bake. He snorted at the thought.
