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"
Couldn
’
t
sleep
,
sir
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Cigarette
,
sir
?
"
"
No
,
thank
you
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
mind
if
I
do
?
"
"
Go
right
ahead
.
"
The
driver
used
a
Bic
disposable
lighter
,
and
it
was
in
the
yellow
light
of
the
flame
that
Shadow
saw
the
man
’
s
face
,
actually
saw
it
for
the
first
time
,
and
recognized
him
,
and
began
to
understand
.
Shadow
knew
that
thin
face
.
He
knew
that
there
would
be
close
-
cropped
orange
hair
beneath
the
black
driver
’
s
cap
,
cut
close
to
the
scalp
like
the
embers
of
a
fire
.
He
knew
that
when
the
man
’
s
lips
smiled
they
would
crease
into
a
network
of
rough
scars
.
"
You
’
re
looking
good
,
big
guy
,
"
said
the
driver
.
"
Low
Key
?
"
Shadow
stared
at
his
old
cellmate
warily
.
