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"
Town
this
size
?
"
Trepp
drew
breath
in
through
her
teeth
.
"
Doubt
it
.
But
I
saw
a
bank
of
dispensers
on
the
way
in
.
Got
to
be
one
that
does
coffee
.
"
"
Machine
coffee
?
"
I
curled
my
lip
.
"
Hey
,
what
are
you
,
a
fucking
connoisseur
?
You
’
re
living
in
a
hotel
that
’
s
just
one
big
goddamned
dispenser
.
Christ
,
Kovacs
,
this
is
the
Machine
Age
.
Didn
’
t
anybody
tell
you
that
?
"
"
You
got
a
point
.
How
far
is
it
?
"
"
Couple
of
klicks
.
We
’
ll
take
my
car
,
that
way
if
Little
Miss
Homecoming
wakes
up
,
she
won
’
t
look
out
the
window
and
panic
.
"
"
Sold
.
"
I
followed
Trepp
across
the
street
to
a
low
-
slung
black
vehicle
that
looked
as
if
it
might
be
radar
invisible
,
and
climbed
into
a
snug
interior
that
smelled
faintly
of
incense
.
"
This
yours
?
"
"
No
,
rented
.
Picked
it
up
when
we
flew
back
in
from
Europe
.
Why
?
"
