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"
Trepp
,
how
the
fuck
are
you
supposed
to
watch
my
back
if
your
head
is
jammed
in
here
watching
screen
?
"
Trepp
gave
me
a
hurt
look
and
withdrew
her
head
.
I
climbed
out
of
the
limo
and
stretched
in
the
chilly
air
.
Overhead
,
Anchana
Salomao
was
still
resplendent
,
but
the
lights
above
Elliott
’
s
were
out
.
"
They
stayed
up
until
a
couple
of
hours
ago
,
"
said
Trepp
helpfully
.
"
I
thought
they
might
be
running
out
on
you
,
so
I
checked
the
back
.
"
I
gazed
up
at
the
darkened
windows
.
"
Why
are
they
going
to
run
out
on
me
?
She
hasn
’
t
even
heard
what
the
terms
of
the
deal
are
.
"
"
Well
,
involvement
in
an
erasure
offence
tends
to
make
most
people
nervous
.
"
"
Not
this
woman
,
"
I
said
,
and
wondered
how
much
I
believed
myself
.
Trepp
shrugged
.
"
Suit
yourself
.
I
still
think
you
’
re
crazy
,
though
.
Kawahara
’
s
got
Dippers
could
do
this
stuff
standing
on
their
heads
.
"
Since
my
own
reasons
for
not
accepting
Kawahara
’
s
offer
of
technical
support
were
almost
entirely
instinctive
,
I
said
nothing
.
The
icy
certainty
of
my
revelations
about
Bancroft
,
Kawahara
and
Resolution
653
had
faded
with
the
previous
day
’
s
rush
of
set
-
up
details
for
the
run
,
and
any
sense
of
interlocking
well
-
being
had
gone
when
Ortega
left
.
All
I
had
now
was
the
gravity
pull
of
mission
time
,
the
cold
dawn
and
the
sound
of
the
waves
on
the
shore
.
The
taste
of
Ortega
in
my
mouth
and
the
warmth
of
her
long
-
limbed
body
curled
into
mine
was
a
tropical
island
in
the
chill
,
receding
in
my
wake
.
"
You
reckon
there
’
s
somewhere
open
this
early
that
serves
coffee
,
"
I
asked
.
