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"
Yes
,
"
agreed
Shadow
.
"
That
’
s
certainly
what
it
looks
like
.
"
He
squatted
down
and
looked
at
the
bottle
in
Mad
Sweeney
’
s
lap
.
Jameson
Irish
whiskey
:
a
twenty
-
dollar
ticket
out
of
this
place
.
A
small
green
Nissan
pulled
up
,
and
a
harassed
middle
-
aged
man
with
sandy
hair
and
a
sandy
moustache
got
out
,
walked
over
.
He
touched
the
corpse
’
s
neck
.
He
kicks
the
corpse
,
thought
Shadow
,
and
if
it
doesn
’
t
kick
him
back
…
"
He
’
s
dead
,
"
said
the
medical
examiner
.
"
Any
ID
?
"
"
He
’
s
a
John
Doe
,
"
said
the
cop
.
The
medical
examiner
looked
at
Shadow
.
"
You
working
for
Jacquel
and
Ibis
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Tell
Jacquel
to
get
dentals
and
prints
for
ID
and
identity
photos
.
We
don
’
t
need
a
post
.
He
should
just
draw
blood
for
toxicology
.
Got
that
?
Do
you
want
me
to
write
it
down
for
you
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
It
’
s
fine
.
I
can
remember
.
"
The
man
scowled
fleetingly
,
then
pulled
a
business
card
from
his
wallet
,
scribbled
on
it
,
and
gave
it
to
Shadow
,
saying
,
"
Give
this
to
Jacquel
.
"
Then
the
medical
examiner
said
"
Merry
Christmas
"
to
everyone
,
and
was
on
his
way
.
The
cops
kept
the
empty
bottle
.
