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"
Go
easy
,
"
said
Ortega
,
suddenly
at
my
shoulder
.
"
We
have
jurisdiction
here
.
He
isn
’
t
going
to
start
anything
.
"
She
flashed
her
badge
as
the
muscle
jumped
the
last
step
to
the
beach
and
landed
on
flexed
legs
.
You
could
see
the
disappointment
on
his
face
as
he
saw
it
.
"
Bay
City
police
.
We
’
re
here
to
see
Rutherford
.
"
"
You
can
’
t
park
that
here
.
"
"
I
already
have
,
"
Ortega
told
him
evenly
.
"
Are
we
going
to
keep
Mr
.
Rutherford
waiting
?
"
There
was
a
prickly
silence
,
but
she
’
d
gauged
him
correctly
.
Contenting
himself
with
a
grunt
,
the
muscle
gestured
us
up
the
staircase
and
followed
at
prudent
shepherding
distance
.
It
took
a
while
to
get
to
the
top
,
and
I
was
pleased
to
see
when
we
arrived
that
Ortega
was
considerably
more
out
of
breath
than
I
was
.
We
went
across
a
modest
sundeck
made
from
the
same
wood
as
the
stairs
and
through
two
sets
of
automatic
plate
glass
doors
into
a
reception
area
styled
to
look
like
someone
’
s
lounge
.
There
were
rugs
on
the
floor
,
knitted
in
the
same
patterns
as
my
jacket
,
and
Empathist
prints
on
the
walls
.
Five
single
armchairs
provided
parking
.
"
Can
I
help
you
?
"
This
was
a
lawyer
,
no
question
about
it
.
A
smoothly
groomed
blonde
woman
in
a
loose
skirt
and
jacket
tailored
to
fit
the
room
,
hands
resting
comfortably
in
her
pockets
.
"
Bay
City
police
.
Where
’
s
Rutherford
?
"
