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I
sighed
,
spun
the
stub
of
my
cigarette
into
the
gutter
and
took
refuge
in
the
limo
.
Let
Anchana
keep
the
vigil
.
I
called
up
channels
at
random
on
the
entertainment
deck
and
let
the
mindless
barrage
of
images
and
sounds
numb
me
into
a
kind
of
half
-
sleep
.
The
night
passed
around
the
vehicle
like
cold
mist
and
I
suffered
the
vague
sensation
that
I
was
drifting
away
from
the
lights
of
the
Elliotts
’
home
,
out
to
sea
on
snapped
moorings
with
nothing
between
me
and
the
horizon
where
there
was
a
storm
building
…
A
sharp
rapping
on
the
window
beside
my
head
shook
me
awake
.
I
jerked
round
from
the
position
I
’
d
slumped
into
and
saw
Trepp
standing
patiently
outside
.
She
gestured
at
me
to
wind
down
the
window
,
then
leaned
in
with
a
grin
.
"
Kawahara
was
right
about
you
.
Sleeping
in
the
car
so
this
Dipper
can
get
laid
.
You
’
ve
got
delusions
of
priesthood
,
Kovacs
.
"
"
Shut
up
,
Trepp
,
"
I
said
irritably
.
"
What
time
is
it
?
"
"
About
five
.
"
Her
eyes
swivelled
up
and
left
to
consult
the
chip
.
"
Five
-
sixteen
.
Be
getting
light
soon
.
"
I
struggled
into
a
more
upright
position
,
tasting
the
residue
of
the
single
cigarette
on
my
tongue
.
"
What
are
you
doing
here
?
"
"
Watching
your
back
.
We
don
’
t
want
Kadmin
taking
you
out
before
you
can
sell
the
goods
to
Bancroft
,
do
we
?
Hey
,
is
that
the
Wreckers
?
"
I
followed
her
gaze
forward
to
the
entertainment
deck
,
which
was
still
screening
some
kind
of
sports
coverage
.
Minuscule
figures
rushed
backwards
and
forwards
on
a
cross
-
hatched
field
,
accompanied
by
a
barely
audible
commentary
.
A
brief
collision
between
two
players
occasioned
an
insectile
roar
of
cheering
.
I
must
have
lowered
the
volume
before
I
fell
asleep
.
Switching
the
deck
off
,
I
saw
in
the
ensuing
dimness
that
Trepp
had
been
right
.
The
night
had
washed
out
to
a
soft
blue
gloom
that
was
creeping
over
the
buildings
beside
us
like
a
bleach
stain
on
the
darkness
.
"
Not
a
fan
,
then
?
"
Trepp
nodded
at
the
screen
.
"
I
didn
’
t
use
to
be
,
but
you
live
in
New
York
long
enough
,
you
get
the
habit
.
"
