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"
Yeah
,
RD
’
d
.
"
Jerry
looked
momentarily
nonplussed
,
as
if
I
’
d
just
queried
the
colour
of
the
sky
.
"
I
’
m
not
from
here
,
"
I
said
patiently
.
"
RD
.
Real
Death
.
He
pulped
them
,
man
.
Couple
of
other
guys
went
down
stack
intact
so
Ryker
paid
off
some
Dipper
to
register
the
lot
of
them
Catholic
.
Either
the
input
didn
’
t
take
,
or
someone
at
OrgDam
found
out
.
He
got
the
double
barrel
.
Two
hundred
years
,
no
remission
.
Word
is
,
Ortega
headed
up
the
squad
that
took
him
down
.
"
Well
,
well
.
I
waved
the
Nemex
encouragingly
.
"
That
’
s
it
,
man
.
All
I
got
.
It
’
s
off
the
wire
.
Street
talk
.
Look
,
Ryker
never
shook
this
place
down
,
even
back
when
he
worked
ST
.
I
run
a
clean
house
.
I
never
even
met
the
guy
.
"
"
And
Oktai
?
"
Jerry
nodded
vigorously
.
"
That
’
s
it
,
Oktai
.
Oktai
used
to
run
spare
part
deals
out
of
Oakland
.
You
,
I
mean
,
Ryker
used
to
shake
him
down
all
the
time
.
Beat
him
half
to
death
couple
of
years
back
.
"
"
So
Oktai
comes
running
to
you
—
"
"
That
’
s
it
.
He
’
s
like
,
crazy
,
saying
Ryker
must
be
working
some
scam
down
here
.
So
we
run
the
cabin
tapes
,
get
you
talking
to
—
"
