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"
Just
thinking
.
"
"
Try
cold
showers
and
alcohol
.
Works
for
me
.
"
I
nodded
and
held
up
the
minuscule
bead
of
metal
I
had
been
rolling
between
my
finger
and
thumb
.
"
Is
this
legal
?
"
Ortega
reached
up
and
killed
the
primaries
.
"
More
or
less
.
No
one
’
s
going
to
complain
.
"
"
Good
.
Now
,
I
’
m
going
to
need
verbal
cover
to
start
with
.
You
do
the
talking
,
I
’
ll
just
shut
up
and
listen
.
Take
it
from
there
.
"
"
Fine
.
Ryker
was
like
that
,
anyway
.
Never
used
two
words
if
one
would
do
it
.
Most
of
the
time
with
the
scumbags
,
he
’
d
just
look
at
them
.
"
"
Sort
of
Micky
Nozawa
-
type
,
huh
?
"
"
Who
?
"
"
Never
mind
.
"
The
rattle
of
upthrown
pebbles
on
the
hull
died
away
as
Ortega
cut
the
engines
to
idle
.
I
stretched
in
my
seat
and
threw
open
my
side
of
the
hatch
.
Climbing
out
,
I
saw
an
over
-
burly
figure
coming
down
the
meandering
set
of
wooden
steps
from
the
split
level
.
Looked
like
grafting
.
A
blunt
-
looking
gun
was
slung
over
his
shoulder
and
he
wore
gloves
.
Probably
not
a
lawyer
.
