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I
shook
my
head
.
"
Doesn
’
t
matter
.
"
Trepp
started
up
and
we
ghosted
silently
along
the
promenade
.
I
looked
out
of
the
seaward
window
and
wrestled
with
an
insubstantial
sense
of
frustration
.
The
scant
hours
of
sleep
in
the
limo
had
left
me
itchy
.
Everything
about
the
situation
was
suddenly
chafing
at
me
again
,
from
the
lack
of
solution
to
Bancroft
’
s
death
to
my
relapse
into
smoking
.
I
had
a
feeling
that
it
was
going
to
be
a
bad
day
,
and
the
sun
wasn
’
t
even
up
yet
.
"
You
thought
about
what
you
’
re
going
to
do
when
this
is
over
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
morosely
.
We
found
the
dispensers
on
a
frontage
that
sloped
down
to
the
shore
at
one
end
of
the
town
.
Clearly
they
had
been
installed
with
beach
clientele
in
mind
,
but
the
dilapidated
state
of
the
shelters
that
housed
them
suggested
that
trade
was
no
better
here
than
for
Elliott
’
s
Data
Linkage
.
Trepp
parked
the
car
pointing
at
the
sea
and
went
to
get
the
coffees
.
Through
the
window
I
watched
her
kick
and
slam
the
machine
until
it
finally
relinquished
two
plastic
cups
.
She
carried
them
back
to
the
car
and
handed
me
mine
.
"
Want
to
drink
it
here
?
"
"
Yeah
,
why
not
?
"
We
pulled
the
tabs
on
the
cups
and
listened
to
them
sizzle
.
The
mechanism
didn
’
t
heat
especially
well
,
but
the
coffee
tasted
reasonable
and
it
had
a
definite
chemical
effect
.
I
could
feel
my
weariness
sliding
away
.
We
drank
slowly
and
watched
the
sea
through
the
windscreen
,
immersed
in
a
silence
that
was
almost
companionable
.
"
I
tried
for
the
Envoys
once
,
"
said
Trepp
suddenly
.
I
glanced
sideways
at
her
,
curious
.
"
Yeah
?
"
