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"
I
’
m
not
talking
about
Mrs
.
Bancroft
.
"
I
stopped
playing
with
the
display
and
stared
across
the
desk
at
the
lawyer
before
me
.
"
I
’
m
talking
about
the
other
million
available
orifices
out
there
and
the
even
larger
number
of
partners
or
blood
relatives
who
might
not
relish
seeing
some
Meth
fucking
them
.
That
’
s
going
to
have
to
include
some
experts
on
covert
penetration
,
no
pun
intended
,
and
maybe
the
odd
psychopath
or
two
.
In
short
,
someone
capable
of
getting
into
Bancroft
’
s
house
and
torching
him
.
"
Off
in
the
distance
,
one
of
the
cows
lowed
mournfully
.
"
What
about
it
,
Prescott
.
"
I
waved
my
hand
through
the
holograph
.
"
Anything
in
here
that
begins
FOR
WHAT
YOU
DID
TO
MY
GIRL
,
DAUGHTER
,
SISTER
,
MOTHER
,
DELETE
AS
APPLICABLE
?
"
I
didn
’
t
need
her
to
answer
me
.
I
could
see
it
in
her
face
With
the
sun
painting
slanting
stripes
across
the
desk
and
birdsong
in
the
trees
across
the
meadow
,
Oumou
Prescott
bent
to
the
database
keyboard
and
called
up
a
new
purple
oblong
of
holographic
light
on
the
display
.
I
watched
as
it
bloomed
and
opened
like
some
Cubist
rendition
of
an
orchid
.
Behind
me
,
another
cow
voiced
its
resigned
disgruntlement
.
I
slipped
the
headset
back
on
.
The
town
was
called
Ember
.
I
found
it
on
the
map
,
about
two
hundred
kilometres
north
of
Bay
City
,
on
the
coast
road
.
There
was
an
asymmetrical
yellow
symbol
in
the
sea
next
to
it
.
"
Free
Trade
Enforcer
,
"
said
Prescott
,
peering
over
my
shoulder
.
"
Aircraft
carrier
.
It
was
the
last
really
big
warship
anyone
ever
built
.
Some
idiot
ran
it
aground
way
back
at
the
start
of
the
Colony
years
,
and
the
town
grew
up
around
the
site
to
cater
for
the
tourists
.
"
"
Tourists
?
"
She
looked
at
me
.
"
It
’
s
a
big
ship
.
"
