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"
Yes
.
I
,
however
,
am
doing
something
right
now
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
I
am
en
route
to
a
meeting
in
Chicago
and
will
not
be
back
on
the
coast
until
tomorrow
evening
.
"
The
faintest
hint
of
a
smile
twitched
at
the
corners
of
her
mouth
.
"
Will
you
wait
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
She
leaned
towards
the
screen
,
eyes
narrowing
.
"
What
happened
to
your
face
?
"
He
raised
a
hand
to
one
of
the
emerging
facial
bruises
.
In
the
low
light
of
the
room
,
he
had
not
expected
it
to
be
so
noticeable
.
Nor
had
he
expected
Miriam
Bancroft
to
be
so
attentive
.
"
Long
story
.
Tell
you
when
I
see
you
.
"
"
Well
,
that
I
can
hardly
resist
,
"
she
said
ironically
.
"
I
shall
send
a
limousine
to
collect
you
from
the
Hendrix
tomorrow
afternoon
.
Shall
we
say
about
four
o
’
clock
?
Good
.
Until
then
.
"
The
screen
cleared
.
He
sat
,
staring
at
it
for
a
moment
,
then
switched
off
the
phone
and
swivelled
the
chair
round
to
face
the
window
shelf
.
"
She
makes
me
nervous
,
"
he
said
.
"
Yeah
,
me
too
.
Well
,
obviously
.
"
