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"
Better
than
that
.
You
wouldn
’
t
even
…
"
I
trailed
off
,
thinking
about
it
.
Bautista
made
an
impatient
gesture
.
"
Whatever
.
If
Carnage
wakes
up
not
knowing
,
he
might
make
some
private
enquiries
but
he
ain
’
t
going
to
be
in
too
much
of
a
hurry
to
let
the
police
department
in
on
it
.
And
if
he
wakes
up
knowing
,
"
he
spread
his
hands
,
"
he
’
ll
make
less
noise
than
a
Catholic
orgasm
.
I
think
we
’
re
in
the
clear
here
.
"
"
Get
the
ambulances
,
then
.
And
maybe
call
Murawa
in
to
…
"
But
Ortega
’
s
voice
was
fading
out
,
as
the
last
part
of
the
puzzle
sank
snugly
into
its
resting
place
.
The
conversation
between
the
two
cops
grew
as
remote
as
star
static
over
a
suit
comlink
.
I
gazed
at
a
tiny
dent
on
the
metal
wall
beside
me
,
hammering
at
the
idea
with
every
logic
test
I
could
muster
.
Bautista
gave
me
a
curious
glance
,
and
left
to
call
the
ambulances
.
As
he
disappeared
,
Ortega
touched
me
lightly
on
the
arm
.
"
Hey
,
Kovacs
.
You
OK
?
"
I
blinked
.
"
Kovacs
?
"
I
put
out
a
hand
and
touched
the
wall
,
as
if
to
assure
myself
of
its
solidity
.
Compared
to
the
certainty
of
concept
I
was
experiencing
,
my
surroundings
seemed
suddenly
intangible
.
