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I
blinked
and
I
was
still
staring
at
Ortega
’
s
T
-
shirt
,
at
the
soft
mounds
she
made
in
it
and
the
legend
printed
across
the
chest
.
There
was
a
slight
smile
on
her
face
,
but
it
was
beginning
to
bleach
out
with
concern
.
"
Kovacs
?
"
I
blinked
again
and
tried
to
reel
in
the
metres
of
mental
spillage
that
the
T
-
shirt
had
set
off
.
The
looming
truth
of
Head
in
the
Clouds
.
"
Are
you
OK
?
"
"
Yeah
.
"
"
Want
to
eat
?
"
"
Ortega
,
what
if
—
"
I
found
I
had
to
clear
my
throat
,
swallow
and
start
again
.
I
didn
’
t
want
to
say
this
,
my
body
didn
’
t
want
me
to
say
it
.
"
What
if
I
can
get
Ryker
off
the
stack
?
Permanently
,
I
mean
.
Clear
him
of
the
charges
,
prove
Seattle
was
a
set
-
up
.
What
’
s
that
worth
to
you
?
"
For
a
moment
,
she
looked
at
me
as
if
I
was
speaking
a
language
she
didn
’
t
understand
.
Then
she
moved
to
the
window
shelf
and
seated
herself
carefully
on
the
edge
,
facing
me
.
She
was
silent
for
a
while
,
but
I
had
already
seen
the
answer
in
her
eyes
.
"
Are
you
feeling
guilty
?
"
she
asked
me
finally
.
