PORTRAIT OF A KILLER
He was seventeen.
His complexion was olive, his young body lean and strong.
His brown eyes were sometimes warm with dreams- … of a far off, sun-drenched island where birds sing and footsteps behind you do not fill you with terror;
… of Karin, the golden nymph whose green eyes and curvy figure aroused all the normal young-man yearnings.
But his name was Rico Mendero, and his reality was a world of back streets-of gutters and gangs, a world of exploding hate and violence where he forgot his dreams …
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