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You
got
away
,
you
’
d
better
just
leave
it
at
that
.
You
got
no
idea
what
they
—
"
"
I
’
ve
got
a
pretty
good
idea
,
actually
.
"
I
pointed
the
blaster
into
his
face
.
"
The
clinic
.
"
"
Christ
,
they
’
re
just
people
I
know
.
You
know
,
business
associates
.
They
can
use
the
spare
parts
,
sometimes
,
and
I
—
"
He
changed
tack
abruptly
as
he
saw
my
face
.
"
They
do
stuff
for
me
sometimes
.
It
’
s
just
business
.
"
I
thought
of
Louise
,
alias
Anenome
,
and
the
journey
we
’
d
taken
together
.
I
felt
a
muscle
beneath
my
eye
twitch
,
and
it
was
all
I
could
do
not
to
pull
the
trigger
there
and
then
.
I
dug
up
my
voice
,
instead
,
and
used
it
.
It
sounded
more
like
a
machine
than
the
door
robot
had
.
"
We
’
re
going
for
a
ride
,
Jerry
.
Just
you
and
me
,
to
visit
your
business
associates
.
And
don
’
t
fuck
with
me
.
I
’
ve
already
figured
out
it
’
s
over
the
other
side
of
the
Bay
.
And
I
’
ve
got
a
good
memory
for
places
.
You
steer
me
wrong
,
and
I
’
ll
RD
you
on
the
spot
.
Got
it
?
"
From
his
face
I
judged
that
he
did
.
But
just
to
make
sure
,
on
the
way
out
of
the
club
I
stopped
beside
each
corpse
and
burnt
its
head
off
down
to
the
shoulders
.
The
burning
left
an
acrid
stench
that
followed
us
out
of
the
gloom
and
into
the
early
morning
street
like
a
ghost
of
rage
.
There
’
s
a
village
up
on
the
north
arm
of
the
Millsport
archipelago
where
,
if
a
fisherman
survives
drowning
,
he
is
required
to
swim
out
to
a
low
reef
about
half
a
kilometre
from
shore
,
spit
into
the
ocean
beyond
and
return
.
Sarah
’
s
from
there
,
and
once
,
holed
up
in
a
cheap
swamp
hotel
,
hiding
from
heat
both
physical
and
figurative
,
she
tried
to
explain
the
rationale
.
It
always
sounded
like
macho
bullshit
to
me
.
Now
,
marching
down
the
sterile
white
corridors
of
the
clinic
once
again
,
with
the
muzzle
of
my
own
Philips
gun
screwed
into
my
neck
,
I
began
to
have
some
understanding
of
the
strength
it
must
take
to
wade
back
into
that
water
.
I
’
d
had
cold
shivers
since
we
went
down
in
the
lift
:
for
the
second
time
,
Jerry
holding
the
gun
on
me
from
behind
.
After
Innenin
,
I
’
d
more
or
less
forgotten
what
it
was
like
to
be
genuinely
afraid
,
but
virtualities
were
a
notable
exception
.
There
,
you
had
no
control
,
and
literally
anything
could
happen
.
Again
and
again
.
