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"
This
is
the
fourteen
per
cent
,
"
she
said
and
applied
the
cool
green
petal
to
my
neck
.
I
felt
the
fractional
grip
,
like
gentle
sandpaper
,
as
it
took
,
and
then
a
long
cold
finger
leapt
down
past
my
collar
bone
and
deep
into
my
chest
.
"
Smooth
.
"
"
Fucking
ought
to
be
.
You
know
how
much
that
stuff
would
go
for
on
the
street
?
"
"
The
perks
of
law
enforcement
,
huh
?
"
Bautista
turned
round
.
"
That
ain
’
t
funny
,
Kovacs
.
"
"
Leave
him
alone
,
Rod
,
"
said
Ortega
lazily
.
"
Man
’
s
entitled
to
a
bad
joke
,
under
the
circumstances
.
It
’
s
just
nerves
.
"
I
raised
one
finger
to
my
temple
in
acknowledgment
of
the
point
.
Ortega
peeled
back
the
dermal
gingerly
and
stood
back
.
"
Three
minutes
till
the
next
,
"
she
said
.
"
Right
?
"
I
nodded
complacently
and
opened
my
mind
to
the
effects
of
the
Reaper
.
