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I
raised
my
hands
.
"
Go
ahead
,
right
now
I
couldn
’
t
take
on
an
Oakland
pimp
.
Remember
?
"
Ortega
made
a
disgusted
sound
in
her
throat
and
started
to
turn
away
.
I
put
out
my
hand
and
touched
her
.
"
Kristin
…
"
I
hesitated
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
That
was
a
bitchy
crack
,
about
Ryker
.
Will
you
at
least
hear
me
through
,
once
?
"
She
came
back
to
me
,
mouth
clamped
tight
over
whatever
she
was
feeling
,
head
down
.
She
swallowed
.
"
I
won
’
t
.
There
’
s
been
too
much
.
"
She
cleared
her
throat
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
you
hurt
any
more
,
Kovacs
.
I
don
’
t
want
any
more
damage
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
"
Damage
to
Ryker
’
s
sleeve
,
you
mean
?
"
She
looked
at
me
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
quietly
.
"
No
,
I
don
’
t
mean
that
.
"
Then
she
was
pressed
up
against
me
,
there
in
that
grim
metal
corridor
,
arms
wrapped
hard
around
me
and
face
buried
in
my
chest
,
all
without
apparent
transition
.
I
did
some
swallowing
of
my
own
and
held
her
tightly
while
the
last
of
what
time
we
had
trickled
away
like
grains
of
sand
through
my
ringers
.
And
at
that
moment
I
would
have
given
almost
anything
not
to
have
had
a
plan
for
her
to
hear
,
not
to
have
had
any
way
to
dissolve
what
was
growing
between
us
,
and
not
to
have
hated
Reileen
Kawahara
quite
so
much
.
