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Something
else
is
said
.
"
Look
,
"
says
the
bearded
man
,
knocking
back
his
Jack
Daniel
’
s
.
"
You
come
in
,
be
there
when
we
need
you
,
and
I
’
ll
take
care
of
you
.
Whaddayou
want
?
Soma
?
I
can
get
you
a
bottle
of
Soma
.
The
real
stuff
.
"
The
man
in
the
dark
suit
stares
.
Then
he
nods
his
head
,
reluctantly
,
and
makes
a
comment
.
"
Of
course
I
am
,
"
says
the
bearded
man
,
smiling
like
a
knife
.
"
What
do
you
expect
?
But
look
at
it
this
way
:
it
’
s
the
only
game
in
town
.
"
He
reaches
out
a
paw
-
like
hand
and
shakes
the
other
man
’
s
well
-
manicured
hand
.
Then
he
walks
away
.
The
thin
waitress
comes
over
,
puzzled
:
there
’
s
now
only
one
man
at
the
corner
table
,
a
sharply
dressed
man
with
dark
hair
in
a
charcoal
-
gray
suit
.
"
You
doing
okay
?
"
she
asks
.
"
Is
your
friend
coming
back
?
"
The
man
with
the
dark
hair
sighs
,
and
explains
that
his
friend
won
’
t
be
coming
back
,
and
thus
she
won
’
t
be
paid
for
her
time
,
or
for
her
trouble
.
And
then
,
seeing
the
hurt
in
her
eyes
,
and
taking
pity
on
her
,
he
examines
the
golden
threads
in
his
mind
,
watches
the
matrix
,
follows
the
money
until
he
spots
a
node
,
and
tells
her
that
if
she
’
s
outside
Treasure
Island
at
6
:
00
A
.
M
.
,
thirty
minutes
after
she
gets
off
work
,
she
’
ll
meet
an
oncologist
from
Denver
who
will
just
have
won
$
40
,
000
at
a
craps
table
,
and
will
need
a
mentor
,
a
partner
,
someone
to
help
him
dispose
of
it
all
in
the
forty
-
eight
hours
before
he
gets
on
the
plane
home
.
The
words
evaporate
in
the
waitress
’
s
mind
,
but
they
leave
her
happy
.
She
sighs
and
notes
that
the
guys
in
the
corner
have
done
a
runner
,
and
have
not
even
tipped
her
;
and
it
occurs
to
her
that
,
instead
of
driving
straight
home
when
she
gets
off
shift
,
she
’
s
going
to
drive
over
to
Treasure
Island
;
but
she
would
never
,
if
you
asked
her
,
be
able
to
tell
you
why
.
So
who
was
that
guy
you
were
seeing
?
"
asked
Shadow
as
they
walked
back
down
the
Las
Vegas
concourse
.
There
were
slot
machines
in
the
airport
.
Even
at
this
time
of
the
morning
people
stood
in
front
of
them
,
feeding
them
coins
.
Shadow
wondered
if
there
were
those
who
never
left
the
airport
,
who
got
off
their
planes
,
walked
along
the
Jetway
into
the
airport
building
and
stopped
there
,
trapped
by
the
spinning
images
and
the
flashing
lights
;
people
who
would
stay
in
the
airport
until
they
had
fed
their
last
quarter
to
the
machines
,
and
then
would
turn
around
and
get
onto
the
plane
back
home
.
