Christopher McCane grew up in a house of screams. He had two feelings, hate and lust; that’s all he ever needed. His brothers knew him to be different, shifted, living with them but alone in his reduced existence. Christopher’s gaze was protracted or fleeting, he laughed longer or not at all, he was still when they were animated, didn’t look for their companionship and they were frightened of him.
Wednesday was kill day in Pigtown’s abattoirs. The welfare system had long since given up on the McCane boys who liked to watch. The animals were corralled before being hung upside down from a conveyer and their throats opened. Christopher stayed long after his brothers were sickened by the slaughter. The butchers took no notice save that Ash Wednesday, when one noticed his dead eyed stare and ran him, but not before he reached two fingers down into the river of blood and made a sign of the cross on his forehead. That was a day when Christopher looked like all the other Pigtown boys.
On the Island, nothing moved without the family’s approval. They had a network of junkies and dealers who told them everything; they knew not to hold back. Christopher was expert in finding out stuff. He knew about finger nails and testicles, he knew about screaming, he was expert in pain. Gangland hadn’t yet evolved to anything approaching organisation and fear was still its only commerce. If the McCanes had needed subtlety, Christopher would never have been the leader. The brothers knew he’d kill any of them as soon as he’d kill an adversary.
The McCanes owned night time on the Island including the bars and a dancehall, where they hung out and drank. One night a girl in a white dress smiled at him. She made two mistakes and then hate and lust combined before the brothers got there. She was found the next morning violated, bloody and blue.
Keep it short and hit him hard. Fitz knew McCane wouldn’t respond otherwise, he despised dealing with him but knew he had the answers, that he knew all the secrets. McCane also knew that Fitz. had a photograph of him and the girl in the white dress.
The boys will show you where the body is. Not our work, was just another interfering sap. I need the file now.
Fitz handed it over and they headed back to a corner of the green where he saw the loose earth. At least she’d have a body.