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"
Yeah
.
"
If
Elliott
had
ever
been
afraid
of
me
,
it
was
wearing
off
fast
.
I
considered
playing
the
Envoy
card
,
but
it
didn
’
t
seem
worth
it
.
The
man
was
still
talking
.
"
Bancroft
don
’
t
need
to
bring
in
muscle
from
offworld
.
What
’
s
your
angle
on
this
?
"
"
Private
contractor
,
"
I
said
.
"
Find
the
killer
.
"
Elliott
snorted
.
"
And
you
thought
it
was
me
.
"
I
hadn
’
t
thought
that
,
but
I
let
it
go
,
because
the
misconception
was
giving
him
a
feeling
of
superiority
that
kept
the
conversation
rolling
.
Something
approaching
a
spark
appeared
in
his
eyes
.
"
You
think
I
could
have
got
into
Bancroft
’
s
house
?
I
know
I
couldn
’
t
,
because
I
ran
the
specs
.
If
there
was
any
way
in
,
I
would
have
taken
it
a
year
ago
,
and
you
would
have
found
little
pieces
of
him
scattered
on
the
lawn
.
"
"
Because
of
your
daughter
?
"
"
Yes
,
because
of
my
daughter
.
"
The
anger
was
fuelling
his
animation
.
"
My
daughter
and
all
the
others
like
her
.
She
was
only
a
kid
.
"
He
broke
off
and
stared
out
to
sea
again
.
After
a
moment
,
he
gestured
at
the
Free
Trade
Enforcer
,
where
I
could
now
see
small
lights
glimmering
around
what
must
be
a
stage
set
up
on
the
sloping
launch
deck
.
"
That
was
what
she
wanted
.
All
she
wanted
.
Total
Body
Theatre
.
Be
like
Anchana
Salomao
and
Rhian
Li
.
She
went
to
Bay
City
because
she
heard
there
was
a
connection
there
,
someone
who
could
—
"
He
jarred
to
a
halt
,
and
looked
at
me
.
The
datarat
had
called
him
old
,
and
now
for
the
first
time
I
saw
why
.
In
spite
of
his
solid
sergeant
’
s
bulk
and
barely
swelling
waistline
,
the
face
was
old
,
carved
in
the
harsh
lines
of
long
-
term
pain
.
He
was
on
the
edge
of
tears
.
