Introduction

Crowds.

They can hide secrets, killers.

Sins.

Pick-pocketing, cheating.

Murdering.

Stealing the future.

Death.

To others, a cold grip to fear and hate.

Symbols...

Prologue

Joven Flint was a logical man. He needed to be, it was his job. Reasoning was his nature. Otherwise he would not be a logical man, and, therefore, be unable to do his job. Unable to fulfill his duty, his destiny.

And we can’t have that, now. Can we? said his mind.

No, we cannot, said his heart. We will not.

“After all,” said Flint. “That just wouldn’t be logical.”

Not in the slightest, said his soul.

He continued reading.

Nathaniel House was a logical man. He needed to be, it was the only way he could do what he did. The only way he could survive. Primal logic. Chance. Black or white, no gray. Otherwise he would die.

And we don’t want that, do we? quizzed his mind.

No, stated his heart. We do not.

“Besides,” said House. “That just wouldn’t make any sense.”

No sense at all! cackled his soul.

He kept watching.

The building was not a logical one. It couldn’t be. Unless it wanted its secrets to be available to anyone who entered. Which it didn’t. For its secrets were not meant to be shared with any man, lest he be a logical one.

Creak, creaked its floors.

Groan, groaned its structure.

“Flint, Joven: Criminal Profiling Division,” said the plaque on the fourth door to the right, zero level.

Secrets, whispered the air.

It went on standing.

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