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"
He
’
ll
be
off
balance
,
and
when
people
are
off
balance
they
give
things
away
.
Don
’
t
forget
,
this
guy
’
s
working
for
someone
who
wants
me
dead
.
Someone
who
is
scared
of
me
,
at
least
superficially
.
Some
of
that
may
rub
off
on
Kadmin
.
"
"
And
this
is
supposed
to
convince
me
that
someone
murdered
Bancroft
after
all
?
"
"
Ortega
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
whether
you
believe
it
or
not
.
We
’
ve
been
through
this
already
.
You
want
Ryker
’
s
sleeve
back
in
the
tank
asap
,
out
of
harm
’
s
way
.
The
sooner
we
get
to
whatever
bottom
there
is
to
Bancroft
’
s
death
,
the
sooner
that
happens
.
And
I
’
m
a
lot
less
likely
to
incur
substantial
organic
damage
if
I
’
m
not
stumbling
around
in
the
dark
.
If
I
have
your
help
,
in
fact
.
You
don
’
t
want
this
sleeve
to
get
written
off
in
another
firefight
,
do
you
?
"
"
Another
firefight
?
"
It
had
taken
nearly
half
an
hour
of
heated
discussion
to
hammer
the
sense
of
the
new
relationship
into
Ortega
,
and
the
policewoman
in
her
still
hadn
’
t
gone
to
sleep
on
me
.
"
Yeah
,
after
the
Hendrix
,
"
I
improvised
rapidly
,
cursing
the
face
-
to
-
face
chemical
interlock
that
had
put
:
me
off
balance
.
"
I
picked
up
some
bad
bruising
there
.
Could
have
been
a
lot
worse
.
"
She
shot
me
another
,
longer
glance
over
her
shoulder
.
The
virtual
interrogation
system
was
housed
in
a
series
of
bubblefab
cabins
at
one
side
of
the
basement
floor
.
Micky
settled
both
of
us
onto
weary
-
looking
automould
couches
that
were
slow
to
respond
to
our
forms
,
applied
the
electrodes
and
hypnophones
,
then
kicked
in
the
power
with
a
concert
pianist
’
s
sweep
of
one
arm
across
two
of
the
utilitarian
consoles
.
He
studied
the
screens
as
they
blinked
on
.
"
Traffic
,
"
he
said
,
and
hawked
congestion
into
the
back
of
his
throat
with
disgust
.
"
Commissioner
’
s
hooked
in
with
some
kind
of
conference
environment
and
it
’
s
soaking
up
half
the
system
.
Got
to
wait
till
someone
else
gets
off
.
"
He
glanced
back
at
Ortega
.
"
Hey
,
that
the
Mary
Lou
Hinchley
thing
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
Ortega
looked
across
to
include
me
in
the
conversation
,
maybe
as
evidence
of
our
new
co
-
operation
.
"
Last
year
the
Coastals
fished
some
kid
out
of
the
ocean
.
Mary
Lou
Hinchley
.
Not
much
left
of
the
body
,
but
they
got
the
stack
.
Set
it
to
spin
and
guess
what
?
"
