"So that's Lindstrom", say I, staring hard at the two photos. He is so good-looking as to appear artificially good-looking, like the work of an extremely talented cosmetic surgeon. I have never in my life seen such perfect everything.
"Show us", says Carl and I pass him the photos, which he studies intently with Francois. Then Carl's expression changes and he appears to have gone pale.
"Something wrong?" I ask.
"Something very wrong", he says, "Very very wrong."
"What is it?"
"I know this guy."
"What?"
"He used to come here to visit my dad, years ago, when I was still a teenager. Oh my God, this does not look good at all..."
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