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The
blaster
was
almost
inaudible
against
the
alarms
.
Working
rapidly
,
I
took
care
of
the
third
medic
in
similar
fashion
,
dealt
with
Miller
a
little
more
at
length
,
stripped
Jerry
’
s
headless
corpse
of
its
jacket
and
tacked
the
garment
under
my
arm
.
Then
I
scooped
up
the
Philips
gun
,
tacked
it
into
my
waistband
and
left
.
On
my
way
out
along
the
screaming
corridors
of
the
clinic
,
I
killed
every
person
that
I
met
,
and
melted
their
stacks
to
slag
.
Personal
.
The
police
were
landing
on
the
roof
as
I
let
myself
out
of
the
front
door
and
walked
unhurriedly
down
the
street
Under
my
arm
,
Miller
’
s
severed
head
was
beginning
to
seep
blood
through
the
lining
of
Jerry
’
s
jacket
.
It
was
quiet
and
sunny
in
the
gardens
at
Suntouch
House
,
and
the
air
smelled
of
mown
grass
.
From
the
tennis
courts
came
the
faint
popping
of
a
game
in
progress
and
once
I
heard
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
voice
raised
in
excitement
.
Flash
of
tanned
legs
beneath
a
flaring
white
skirt
and
a
puff
of
shell
-
pink
dust
where
the
driven
ball
buried
itself
in
the
back
of
her
opponent
’
s
court
.
There
was
a
polite
ripple
of
applause
from
the
seated
figures
watching
.
I
made
my
way
down
towards
the
courts
,
flanked
by
heavily
armed
security
men
with
blank
faces
.
The
players
were
taking
a
game
break
when
I
arrived
,
feet
planted
wide
in
front
of
their
seats
,
heads
down
.
As
my
feet
crunched
on
the
gravel
surround
,
Miriam
Bancroft
looked
up
through
tangled
blonde
hair
and
met
my
eye
.
She
said
nothing
,
but
her
hands
worked
at
the
handle
of
her
racket
and
a
smile
split
her
lips
.
Her
opponent
,
who
also
glanced
up
,
was
a
slim
young
man
with
something
about
him
that
suggested
he
might
genuinely
be
as
young
as
his
body
.
He
looked
vaguely
familiar
.
Bancroft
was
seated
at
the
middle
of
a
row
of
deck
chairs
,
Oumou
Prescott
on
his
right
and
a
man
and
woman
I
’
d
never
met
on
his
left
.
He
didn
’
t
get
up
when
I
reached
him
;
in
fact
he
barely
looked
at
me
.
One
hand
gestured
to
the
seat
next
to
Prescott
.
"
Sit
down
,
Kovacs
.
It
’
s
the
last
game
.
"
I
twitched
a
smile
,
resisting
the
temptation
to
kick
his
teeth
down
his
throat
,
and
folded
myself
into
the
deck
chair
.
Oumou
Prescott
leaned
across
to
me
and
murmured
behind
her
hand
.
