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"
It
’
s
usually
around
seven
.
"
She
compressed
her
lips
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
?
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
ask
him
some
questions
,
"
I
said
truthfully
.
"
And
if
he
won
’
t
answer
them
?
"
"
Like
you
said
,
he
’
s
not
stupid
.
"
I
put
the
disc
into
my
jacket
pocket
.
"
Thank
you
for
your
help
,
doctor
I
’
d
suggest
you
try
not
to
be
around
the
facility
at
seven
tonight
.
And
thank
you
.
"
"
As
I
said
Mr
.
Kovacs
,
I
am
doing
this
for
myself
.
"
"
That
’
s
not
what
I
meant
,
doctor
.
"
"
Oh
.
"
I
placed
one
hand
lightly
on
her
arm
,
then
stepped
away
from
her
and
so
back
out
into
the
rain
.
The
wood
of
the
bench
had
been
worn
by
decades
of
occupants
into
a
series
of
comfortable
,
buttock
-
shaped
depressions
,
and
the
arms
were
similarly
sculpted
.
I
moulded
myself
lengthwise
into
the
curves
,
cocked
my
boots
on
the
bench
end
nearest
the
doors
I
was
watching
,
and
settled
down
to
read
the
graffiti
etched
into
the
wood
.
I
was
soaked
from
the
long
walk
back
across
town
,
but
the
hall
was
pleasantly
heated
and
the
rain
rattled
impotently
on
the
long
transparent
panels
of
the
tilted
roof
high
above
my
head
.
After
a
while
,
one
of
the
dog
-
sized
cleaning
robots
came
to
wipe
away
my
muddy
footprints
from
the
fused
glass
paving
.
I
watched
it
idly
until
the
job
was
done
and
the
record
of
my
arrival
on
the
bench
was
totally
erased
.
