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"
And
what
about
if
you
don
’
t
show
up
in
three
days
?
"
"
In
that
case
,
"
I
said
pleasantly
,
"
I
’
ll
be
dead
.
That
happens
,
it
’
d
be
better
to
drop
out
of
sight
for
a
few
weeks
.
They
’
re
not
going
to
waste
time
looking
for
you
.
They
find
me
,
they
’
ll
be
happy
.
"
"
Man
,
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
m
—
"
"
You
’
ll
be
fine
.
See
you
in
three
days
.
"
I
dropped
back
to
the
ground
,
slammed
the
truck
door
and
banged
on
it
twice
.
The
engine
rumbled
into
drive
and
Nicholson
pulled
the
truck
back
out
into
the
middle
of
the
carriageway
.
Watching
him
go
,
I
wondered
briefly
if
he
’
d
actually
go
to
Seattle
at
all
.
I
’
d
given
him
a
sizable
chunk
of
credit
,
after
all
,
and
even
with
the
promise
of
a
second
down
payment
if
he
followed
instructions
,
the
temptation
would
still
be
to
double
back
somewhere
up
the
coast
and
head
straight
back
to
the
bar
I
’
d
picked
him
out
of
.
Or
he
might
get
jumpy
,
sitting
in
the
hotel
waiting
for
a
knock
on
the
door
,
and
skip
before
the
three
days
were
up
.
I
couldn
’
t
really
blame
him
for
these
potential
betrayals
,
since
I
had
no
intention
of
turning
up
myself
.
Whatever
he
did
was
fine
by
me
.
In
systems
evasion
,
you
must
scramble
the
enemy
’
s
assumptions
,
said
Virginia
in
my
ear
.
Run
as
much
interference
as
you
can
without
breaking
pace
.
"
A
friend
of
yours
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
?
"
The
doctor
had
come
to
the
barrier
and
was
watching
the
car
recede
.
"
Met
him
in
a
bar
,
"
I
said
truthfully
,
climbing
over
to
her
side
,
and
making
for
the
rail
.
It
was
the
same
view
I
’
d
seen
when
Curtis
brought
me
back
from
Suntouch
House
the
day
of
my
arrival
.
In
the
gloomy
,
pre
-
rain
light
the
aerial
traffic
glimmered
above
the
buildings
across
the
Bay
like
a
swarm
of
fireflies
.
Narrowing
my
eyes
,
I
could
make
out
detail
on
the
island
of
Alcatraz
,
the
grey
-
walled
and
orange
-
windowed
bunker
of
PsychaSec
SA
.
Beyond
lay
Oakland
.
At
my
back
,
the
open
sea
and
to
north
and
south
a
solid
kilometre
of
empty
bridge
.
Reasonably
sure
that
nothing
short
of
tactical
artillery
could
surprise
me
here
,
I
turned
back
to
look
at
the
doctor
.
She
seemed
to
flinch
as
my
gaze
fell
on
her
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
I
asked
softly
.
"
Medical
ethics
pinching
a
little
?
"
