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"
Care
to
tell
me
why
?
"
"
You
’
re
the
detective
.
"
A
young
woman
appeared
from
the
side
of
the
house
,
tennis
racket
in
hand
,
and
came
across
the
lawn
towards
us
.
When
she
was
about
twenty
metres
away
,
she
stopped
,
tucked
the
racket
under
her
arm
and
cupped
her
hands
to
her
mouth
.
"
Are
you
Kovacs
?
"
She
was
beautiful
in
a
sun
,
sea
and
sand
sort
of
way
and
the
sports
shorts
and
leotard
she
was
wearing
displayed
the
fact
to
maximal
effect
.
Golden
hair
brushed
her
shoulders
as
she
moved
and
the
shout
gave
away
a
glimpse
of
milk
white
teeth
.
She
wore
sweat
bands
at
forehead
and
wrists
and
from
the
dew
on
her
brow
they
were
not
for
show
.
There
was
finely
toned
muscle
in
her
legs
and
a
substantial
bicep
stood
out
when
she
lifted
her
arms
.
Exuberant
breasts
strained
the
fabric
of
the
leotard
.
I
wondered
if
the
body
was
hers
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
called
back
.
"
Takeshi
Kovacs
.
I
was
discharged
this
afternoon
.
"
"
You
were
supposed
to
be
met
at
the
storage
facility
.
"
It
was
like
an
accusation
.
I
spread
my
hands
.
"
Well
.
I
was
.
"
"
Not
by
the
police
.
"
She
stalked
forward
,
eyes
mostly
on
Ortega
.
"
You
.
I
know
you
.
"
