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"
Elizabeth
know
that
?
"
He
nodded
once
,
like
an
axe
coming
down
.
"
She
got
it
out
of
me
,
one
night
.
I
was
jack
-
happy
.
Been
cruising
the
stacks
all
day
,
looking
for
business
.
No
handle
on
where
I
was
or
what
was
going
on
.
You
want
to
know
what
she
said
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
muttered
.
He
didn
’
t
hear
me
.
His
knuckles
had
whitened
on
the
iron
railing
.
"
She
said
,
Don
’
t
worry
Daddy
,
when
I
’
m
rich
we
’
ll
buy
Mummy
back
.
"
This
was
getting
out
of
hand
.
"
Look
,
Elliott
,
I
’
m
sorry
about
your
daughter
,
but
from
what
I
hear
she
wasn
’
t
working
the
kind
of
places
Bancroft
goes
.
Jerry
’
s
Closed
Quarters
isn
’
t
exactly
the
Houses
,
is
it
?
"
The
ex
-
tac
spun
on
me
without
warning
,
and
there
was
blind
murder
in
his
eyes
and
his
crooked
hands
.
I
couldn
’
t
blame
him
.
All
he
could
see
in
front
of
him
was
Bancroft
’
s
man
.
But
you
can
’
t
jump
an
Envoy
—
the
conditioning
won
’
t
let
it
happen
.
I
saw
the
attack
coming
almost
before
he
knew
he
was
going
to
do
it
himself
,
and
I
had
the
neurachem
of
my
borrowed
sleeve
online
fragments
of
a
second
later
.
He
hit
low
,
driving
under
the
guard
he
thought
I
’
d
put
up
,
looking
for
the
body
blows
that
would
break
up
my
ribs
.
The
guard
wasn
’
t
there
,
and
neither
was
I
.
Instead
,
I
stepped
inside
the
hooks
of
his
punches
,
took
him
off
balance
with
my
weight
and
tangled
one
leg
amidst
his
.
He
stumbled
back
against
the
railing
and
I
drove
a
cruel
elbow
uppercut
into
his
solar
plexus
.
His
face
went
grey
with
the
shock
.
Leaning
over
,
I
pinned
him
to
the
rail
and
jammed
the
fork
of
my
thumb
and
fingers
into
his
throat
.
"
That
’
s
enough
,
"
I
snapped
,
a
little
unsteadily
.
The
sleeve
’
s
neurachem
wiring
was
a
rougher
piece
of
work
than
the
Corps
systems
I
’
d
used
in
the
past
and
in
overdrive
the
overwhelming
impression
was
of
being
slung
around
in
a
subcutaneous
bag
of
chicken
wire
.
