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"
Coding
noted
.
Approximate
arrival
time
,
thirty
-
five
minutes
.
"
We
headed
out
across
the
Bay
,
and
then
out
to
sea
.
Too
many
edges
.
The
fragmented
contents
of
the
previous
night
bubbled
in
my
brain
like
a
carelessly
made
fish
stew
.
Indigestible
chunks
appeared
on
the
surface
,
wobbled
in
the
currents
of
memory
and
sank
again
.
Trepp
jacked
into
the
bar
at
Cable
,
Jimmy
de
Soto
washing
his
blood
-
encrusted
hands
,
Ryker
’
s
face
staring
back
at
me
from
the
spreadeagled
star
of
mirror
.
Kawahara
was
in
there
somewhere
,
claiming
Bancroft
’
s
death
as
suicide
but
wanting
an
end
to
the
investigation
,
just
like
Ortega
and
the
Bay
City
police
.
Kawahara
,
who
knew
things
about
my
contact
with
Miriam
Bancroft
,
knew
things
about
Laurens
Bancroft
,
about
Kadmin
.
The
tail
end
of
my
hangover
twitched
,
scorpion
-
like
,
fighting
the
slow
-
gathering
weight
of
Trepp
’
s
painkillers
.
Trepp
,
the
apologetic
Zen
killer
whom
I
’
d
killed
and
who
’
d
apparently
come
back
with
no
hard
feelings
because
she
couldn
’
t
remember
it
;
because
,
in
her
terms
,
it
hadn
’
t
happened
to
her
.
If
anybody
can
convince
Laurens
Bancroft
that
he
died
by
his
own
hand
,
it
is
you
.
Trepp
,
jacked
in
at
Cable
.
Viral
Strike
.
Recall
that
mother
,
do
you
?
Bancroft
’
s
eyes
boring
into
mine
on
the
balcony
at
Suntouch
House
.
I
am
not
the
kind
of
man
to
take
my
own
life
,
and
even
if
I
were
,
I
would
not
have
bungled
it
in
this
fashion
.
If
it
had
been
my
intention
to
die
,
you
mould
not
be
talking
to
me
now
.
And
then
,
blindingly
,
I
knew
what
I
was
going
to
do
.
