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He
read
me
,
but
by
then
it
was
too
late
.
I
had
the
lock
on
two
of
his
fingers
as
they
stabbed
at
the
horrorbox
controls
.
"
Ah
-
ah
.
"
He
took
a
swipe
at
me
with
the
other
arm
.
I
broke
the
fingers
.
He
howled
and
collapsed
around
the
pain
.
I
lacked
him
in
the
stomach
and
took
the
horrorbox
away
from
him
.
Behind
me
,
Ortega
arrived
and
flashed
her
badge
in
his
sweat
-
beaded
face
.
"
Bay
City
police
,
"
she
said
laconically
.
"
You
’
re
busted
.
Let
’
s
see
what
you
’
ve
got
,
shall
we
.
"
The
betathanatine
was
in
a
series
of
dermal
pads
with
tiny
glass
decanters
folded
in
cotton
.
I
held
one
of
the
vials
up
to
the
light
and
shook
it
.
The
liquid
within
was
a
pale
red
.
"
What
do
you
reckon
?
"
I
asked
Ortega
.
"
About
eight
per
cent
?
"
"
Looks
like
.
Maybe
less
.
"
Ortega
put
a
knee
into
the
dealer
’
s
neck
,
grinding
his
face
into
the
pavement
.
"
Where
do
you
cut
this
stuff
,
pal
?
"
"
This
is
good
merchandise
,
"
the
dealer
squealed
.
"
I
buy
direct
.
This
is
—
"
Ortega
rapped
hard
on
his
skull
with
her
knuckles
and
he
shut
up
.
