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"
No
,
"
I
agreed
.
"
And
how
would
you
classify
Jerry
’
s
Closed
Quarters
?
An
elegant
whorehouse
?
"
"
Hardly
.
"
"
But
that
didn
’
t
stop
you
going
there
to
play
cabin
games
with
Elizabeth
Elliott
,
did
it
?
Or
has
it
gone
downhill
recently
,
because
—
"
"
All
right
.
"
The
smile
in
the
voice
had
turned
to
a
grimace
.
"
You
’
ve
made
your
point
.
Don
’
t
labour
it
.
"
I
stopped
watching
Miriam
Bancroft
and
came
back
to
my
seat
.
My
iced
cocktail
was
still
standing
on
the
little
table
between
us
.
I
picked
it
up
.
"
I
’
m
glad
you
take
the
point
,
"
I
said
,
stirring
the
drink
.
"
Because
it
’
s
taken
a
lot
of
pain
to
sort
through
this
mess
.
I
’
ve
been
abducted
,
tortured
and
nearly
killed
in
the
process
.
A
woman
called
Louise
,
not
much
older
than
your
precious
daughter
Naomi
,
was
killed
because
she
got
in
the
way
.
So
if
you
don
’
t
like
my
conclusions
,
you
can
go
fuck
yourself
.
"
I
raised
my
glass
to
him
across
the
table
.
"
Spare
me
the
melodrama
,
Kovacs
,
and
sit
down
for
God
’
s
sake
.
I
’
m
not
rejecting
what
you
say
,
I
’
m
just
questioning
it
.
"
I
sat
and
levelled
a
finger
at
him
.
"
No
.
You
’
re
squirming
.
This
thing
’
s
pointing
up
a
part
of
your
character
you
despise
for
its
appetites
.
You
’
d
rather
not
know
what
kind
of
software
you
were
accessing
that
night
over
at
Jack
It
Up
,
in
case
it
’
s
even
more
grubby
than
you
already
imagine
.
You
’
re
being
forced
to
confront
the
part
of
yourself
that
wants
to
come
in
your
wife
’
s
face
,
and
you
don
’
t
like
it
.
