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"
You
too
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
Yeah
,
sure
.
"
There
was
contempt
in
Ortega
’
s
voice
,
at
least
half
of
it
directed
at
herself
I
guessed
.
She
made
a
second
effort
to
bring
her
breathing
back
under
control
,
rearranged
her
clothing
unnecessarily
.
"
Like
I
said
,
going
to
be
a
cold
day
in
hell
by
the
time
you
get
the
chance
.
Maybe
I
’
ll
wait
for
you
.
"
"
Whoever
sent
you
worth
this
much
,
Kadmin
?
"
I
wondered
softly
.
"
You
going
down
silent
out
of
contractual
loyalty
,
or
are
you
just
scared
shitless
?
"
For
answer
,
the
composite
man
folded
his
arms
across
his
chest
and
stared
through
me
.
"
You
through
,
Kovacs
?
"
asked
Ortega
.
I
tried
to
meet
Kadmin
’
s
distant
gaze
.
"
Kadmin
,
the
man
I
work
for
has
a
lot
of
influence
.
This
could
be
your
last
chance
to
cut
a
deal
.
"
Nothing
.
He
didn
’
t
even
blink
.
I
shrugged
.
"
I
’
m
through
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Ortega
grimly
.
"
Because
sitting
downwind
of
this
piece
of
shit
is
beginning
to
eat
away
at
my
usually
tolerant
nature
.
"
She
waggled
her
fingers
in
front
of
his
eyes
.
"
Be
seeing
you
,
fuckhead
.
"
