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"
I
don
’
t
want
another
bloodbath
,
Kovacs
.
It
looks
bad
on
the
city
stats
.
"
"
If
there
’
s
violence
,
it
won
’
t
be
me
that
starts
it
.
"
"
That
’
s
not
much
of
a
guarantee
.
Haven
’
t
you
got
any
idea
what
you
’
re
going
to
do
?
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
talk
.
"
"
Just
talk
?
"
She
looked
at
me
disbelievingly
.
"
That
’
s
all
?
"
I
jammed
my
ill
-
fitting
sunglasses
back
on
my
face
.
"
Sometimes
that
’
s
all
it
takes
.
"
I
said
.
I
met
my
first
lawyer
when
I
was
fifteen
.
He
was
a
harried
-
looking
juvenile
affray
expert
who
defended
me
,
not
unhandily
,
in
a
minor
organic
damage
suit
involving
a
Newpest
police
officer
.
He
bargained
them
down
with
a
kind
of
myopic
patience
to
Conditional
Release
and
eleven
minutes
of
virtual
psychiatric
counselling
.
In
the
hall
outside
the
juvenile
court
,
he
looked
into
my
probably
infuriatingly
smug
face
and
nodded
as
if
his
worst
fears
about
the
meaning
of
his
life
were
being
confirmed
.
Then
he
turned
on
his
heel
and
walked
away
.
I
forget
his
name
.
My
entry
into
the
Newpest
gang
scene
shortly
afterwards
precluded
any
more
such
legal
encounters
.
The
gangs
were
web
-
smart
,
wired
up
and
already
writing
their
own
intrusion
programmes
or
buying
them
from
kids
half
their
age
in
return
for
low
-
grade
virtual
porn
ripped
off
the
networks
.
They
didn
’
t
get
caught
easily
,
and
in
return
for
this
favour
the
Newpest
heat
tended
to
leave
them
alone
.
Inter
-
gang
violence
was
largely
ritualised
and
excluded
other
players
most
of
the
time
.
On
the
odd
occasion
that
it
spilled
over
and
affected
civilians
,
there
would
be
a
rapid
and
brutal
series
of
punitive
raids
that
left
a
couple
of
lead
gang
heroes
in
the
store
and
the
rest
of
us
with
extensive
bruising
.
Fortunately
I
never
worked
my
way
up
the
chain
of
command
far
enough
to
get
put
away
,
so
the
next
time
I
saw
the
inside
of
a
courtroom
was
the
Innenin
inquiry
.
The
lawyers
I
saw
there
had
about
as
much
in
common
with
the
man
who
had
defended
me
at
fifteen
as
automated
machine
rifle
fire
has
with
farting
.
They
were
cold
,
professionally
polished
and
well
on
their
way
up
a
career
ladder
which
would
ensure
that
despite
the
uniforms
they
wore
,
they
would
never
have
to
come
within
a
thousand
kilometres
of
a
genuine
firefight
.
The
only
problem
they
had
,
as
they
cruised
sharkishly
back
and
forth
across
the
cool
marble
floor
of
the
court
,
was
in
drawing
the
fine
differences
between
war
(
mass
murder
of
people
wearing
a
uniform
not
your
own
)
,
justifiable
loss
(
mass
murder
of
your
own
troops
,
but
with
substantial
gains
)
and
criminal
negligence
(
mass
murder
of
your
own
troops
,
without
appreciable
benefit
)
.
I
sat
in
that
courtroom
for
three
weeks
listening
to
them
dress
it
like
a
variety
of
salads
,
and
with
every
passing
hour
the
distinctions
,
which
at
one
point
I
’
d
been
pretty
clear
on
,
grew
increasingly
vague
.
I
suppose
that
proves
how
good
they
were
.
After
that
,
straightforward
criminality
came
as
something
of
a
relief
.
"
Something
bothering
you
?
"
Ortega
glanced
sideways
at
me
as
she
brought
the
unmarked
cruiser
down
on
a
shelving
pebble
beach
below
the
split
-
level
,
glass
-
fronted
offices
of
Prendergast
Sanchez
,
attorneys
-
at
-
law
.
