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"
But
you
arranged
for
me
to
see
them
.
Why
?
"
"
I
’
m
a
sucker
for
family
reunions
.
"
I
fixed
my
gaze
on
the
darkened
bulk
of
the
wrecked
aircraft
carrier
below
,
and
we
landed
in
silence
.
The
autolimo
banked
round
to
align
itself
with
the
local
traffic
systems
and
touched
down
a
couple
of
hundred
metres
north
of
Elliott
’
s
Data
Linkage
.
We
powered
smoothly
along
the
shore
road
under
the
successive
holos
of
Anchana
Salomao
and
parked
immaculately
opposite
the
narrow
frontage
.
The
dead
monitor
doorstop
had
been
removed
and
the
door
was
closed
but
there
were
lights
burning
in
the
glass
-
walled
office
at
the
back
.
We
climbed
out
and
crossed
the
street
.
The
closed
door
proved
to
be
locked
as
well
.
Irene
Elliott
banged
impatiently
at
it
with
the
flat
of
one
copper
-
skinned
hand
and
someone
sat
up
sluggishly
in
the
back
office
.
After
a
moment
,
a
figure
identifiable
as
Victor
Elliott
came
down
to
the
transmission
floor
,
past
the
reception
counter
and
towards
us
.
His
grey
hair
was
untidy
and
his
face
swollen
with
sleep
.
He
peered
out
at
us
with
a
lack
of
focus
I
’
d
seen
before
on
datarats
when
they
’
d
been
cruising
the
stacks
for
too
long
.
Jack
-
happy
.
"
Who
the
hell
—
"
He
stopped
as
he
recognised
me
.
"
What
the
fuck
do
you
want
,
grasshopper
?
And
who
’
s
this
?
"
"
Vic
?
"
Irene
Elliott
’
s
new
throat
sounded
nine
tenths
closed
.
"
Vic
,
it
’
s
me
.
"
For
a
moment
,
Elliott
’
s
eyes
ran
a
volley
between
my
face
and
the
delicate
Asian
woman
beside
me
,
then
what
she
had
said
smacked
into
him
like
a
truck
.
He
flinched
visibly
with
the
impact
.
"
Irene
?
"
he
whispered
.
"
Yes
,
it
’
s
me
,
"
she
husked
back
.
There
were
tears
leaking
down
her
cheeks
.
For
moments
they
stared
at
each
other
through
the
glass
,
then
Victor
Elliott
was
fumbling
with
the
locking
mechanism
of
the
door
,
shoving
at
the
frame
to
get
it
out
of
the
way
,
and
the
copper
-
skinned
woman
sagged
across
the
threshold
into
his
arms
.
They
locked
together
in
an
embrace
that
looked
set
to
break
the
new
sleeve
’
s
delicate
bones
.
I
took
a
mild
interest
in
street
lamps
up
and
down
the
promenade
.
Finally
,
Irene
Elliott
remembered
me
.
