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"
I
did
see
the
other
guy
.
Ripped
him
apart
with
your
bare
hands
,
huh
?
"
I
kept
the
smile
.
"
Where
’
s
Trepp
?
"
"
Your
wirehead
friend
?
She
’
s
gone
.
Said
something
to
Bautista
about
a
conflict
of
interest
,
and
disappeared
into
the
night
.
Bautista
’
s
tearing
his
hair
out
,
trying
to
think
of
a
way
to
cover
this
mess
.
Want
to
come
and
talk
to
him
?
"
"
All
right
.
"
I
shifted
unwillingly
.
There
was
something
hypnotic
about
the
green
light
from
the
decanting
tanks
,
and
beneath
my
numbness
,
ideas
were
beginning
to
circle
restlessly
,
snapping
at
each
other
like
bottlebacks
in
a
feeding
spiral
.
The
death
of
Kadmin
,
far
from
relieving
me
,
had
only
touched
off
a
slow
-
burning
fuse
of
destructive
urges
in
the
pit
of
my
stomach
.
Someone
was
going
to
pay
for
all
this
.
Personal
.
But
this
was
worse
than
personal
.
This
was
about
Louise
,
alias
Anenome
,
cut
up
on
a
surgical
platter
;
about
Elizabeth
Elliott
stabbed
to
death
and
too
poor
to
be
re
-
sleeved
;
Irene
Elliott
,
weeping
for
a
body
that
a
corporate
rep
wore
on
alternate
months
;
Victor
Elliott
,
whiplashed
between
loss
and
retrieval
of
someone
who
was
and
yet
was
not
the
same
woman
.
This
was
about
a
young
black
man
facing
his
family
in
a
broken
-
down
,
middle
-
aged
white
body
;
it
was
about
Virginia
Vidaura
walking
disdainfully
into
storage
with
her
head
held
high
and
a
last
cigarette
polluting
lungs
she
was
about
to
lose
,
no
doubt
to
some
other
corporate
vampire
.
It
was
about
Jimmy
de
Soto
,
clawing
his
own
eye
out
in
the
mud
and
fire
at
Innenin
,
and
the
millions
like
him
throughout
the
Protectorate
,
painfully
gathered
assemblages
of
individual
human
potential
,
pissed
away
into
the
dung
-
heap
of
history
.
For
all
these
,
and
more
,
someone
was
going
to
pay
.
A
little
dizzily
,
I
climbed
down
from
the
forklift
and
helped
Ortega
down
after
me
.
It
hurt
my
arms
to
take
her
weight
,
but
nowhere
near
as
much
as
the
sudden
,
freezing
knowledge
that
these
were
our
last
hours
together
.
I
didn
’
t
know
where
the
realisation
came
from
but
it
came
with
the
solid
,
settling
sensation
in
the
bedrock
of
my
mind
that
I
had
long
ago
learnt
to
trust
more
than
rational
thought
.
We
left
the
re
-
sleeving
chamber
hand
in
hand
,
neither
of
us
really
noticing
the
fact
until
we
came
face
to
face
with
Bautista
in
the
corridor
outside
and
pulled
instinctively
apart
again
.
"
Been
looking
for
you
,
Kovacs
.
"
If
Bautista
had
any
feelings
about
the
hand
holding
,
nothing
showed
on
his
face
.
"
Your
mercenary
friend
skipped
and
left
us
to
do
the
cleaning
up
.
"
"
Yeah
,
Kristi
—
"
I
stopped
and
nodded
sideways
at
Ortega
.
"
I
’
ve
been
told
.
Did
she
take
the
frag
gun
?
"
