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"
Yes
.
That
leaves
my
word
,
and
my
curiosity
.
"
She
sat
forward
over
her
drink
.
"
Let
’
s
not
pretend
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
Laurens
didn
’
t
contract
you
,
he
dragged
you
here
.
He
locked
you
into
a
deal
you
had
no
choice
but
to
accept
.
No
one
could
say
you
were
honour
bound
.
"
"
I
’
m
still
curious
.
"
"
Maybe
I
could
satisfy
that
,
"
she
said
softly
.
I
swallowed
more
whisky
.
"
Yeah
?
Did
you
kill
your
husband
,
Mrs
.
Bancroft
?
"
She
made
an
impatient
gesture
.
"
I
’
m
not
talking
about
your
game
of
detectives
.
You
are
…
curious
about
other
things
,
are
you
not
?
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
?
"
I
looked
at
her
over
the
rim
of
my
glass
.
Miriam
Bancroft
pushed
herself
off
the
window
shelf
and
set
her
hips
against
it
.
She
set
down
the
glass
with
exaggerated
care
and
leaned
back
on
her
hands
so
that
her
shoulders
lifted
.
It
changed
the
shape
of
her
breasts
,
moving
them
beneath
the
sheer
material
of
her
leotard
.
"
Do
you
know
what
Merge
Nine
is
?
"
she
asked
,
a
little
unsteadily
.
