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"
Do
you
think
you
can
?
"
"
Give
up
smoking
?
"
"
No
.
Crack
this
case
.
"
I
looked
at
her
,
deadpan
.
"
I
don
’
t
really
have
any
other
option
,
counsellor
.
Have
you
read
the
terms
of
my
employment
?
"
"
Yes
.
I
drew
them
up
.
"
Prescott
gave
me
back
the
deadpan
look
,
but
buried
beneath
it
were
traces
of
the
discomfort
that
I
needed
to
see
to
stop
me
reaching
across
the
cab
and
smashing
her
nose
bone
up
into
her
brain
with
one
stiffened
hand
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
I
said
,
and
went
back
to
looking
out
of
the
window
.
AND
MY
FIST
UP
YOUR
WIFE
’
S
CUNT
WITH
YOU
WATCHING
YOU
FUCKING
METH
MOTHERFUCKER
YOU
CAN
’
T
I
slipped
off
the
headset
and
blinked
.
The
text
had
carried
some
crude
but
effective
virtual
graphics
and
a
subsonic
that
made
my
head
buzz
.
Across
the
desk
,
Prescott
looked
at
me
with
knowing
sympathy
.
"
Is
it
all
like
this
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Well
,
it
gets
less
coherent
.
