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"
Listen
,
Kovacs
.
I
keep
pushing
,
something
’
s
got
to
give
.
It
’
s
a
matter
of
time
,
motherfucker
.
Strictly
that
.
"
"
Admirable
tenacity
,
"
I
said
.
"
Shame
you
didn
’
t
have
some
of
that
for
the
Bancroft
case
.
"
"
There
is
no
fucking
Bancroft
case
.
"
Ortega
was
on
her
feet
,
palms
hard
down
on
the
desktop
,
eyes
slitted
in
rage
and
disgust
.
I
waited
,
nerves
sprung
in
case
Bay
City
police
stations
were
as
prone
to
accidental
suspect
injury
as
some
others
I
had
known
.
Finally
,
the
lieutenant
drew
a
deep
breath
,
and
lowered
herself
joint
by
joint
back
into
her
seat
.
The
anger
had
smoothed
off
her
face
,
but
the
disgust
was
still
there
,
caught
in
the
fine
lines
at
the
corners
of
her
eyes
and
the
set
of
her
wide
mouth
.
She
looked
at
her
nails
.
"
Do
you
know
what
we
found
at
the
Wei
Clinic
yesterday
?
"
"
Black
market
spare
parts
?
Virtual
torture
programmes
?
Or
didn
’
t
they
let
you
stay
that
long
?
"
"
We
found
seventeen
bodies
with
their
cortical
stacks
burnt
out
.
Unarmed
.
Seventeen
dead
people
.
Really
dead
.
"
She
looked
up
at
me
again
,
the
disgust
still
there
.
"
You
’
ll
have
to
pardon
my
lack
of
reaction
,
"
I
said
coldly
.
"
I
saw
a
lot
worse
when
I
was
in
uniform
.
In
fact
,
I
did
a
lot
worse
when
I
was
righting
the
Protectorate
’
s
battles
for
them
.
"
"
That
was
war
.
"
