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"
Being
around
a
crime
scene
with
that
many
cops
makes
me
nervous
,
"
said
Trepp
and
put
out
a
hand
to
touch
my
face
.
"
Yeah
?
"
Kawahara
was
still
absorbed
in
the
dataflow
.
"
Well
,
distracting
this
psycho
with
moral
debate
and
true
confessions
hasn
’
t
been
good
for
my
digestion
,
either
.
I
thought
you
were
never
going
to
—
Fuck
!
"
She
jerked
her
head
savagely
to
one
side
,
then
lowered
it
and
stared
at
the
surface
of
the
desk
.
"
He
was
telling
the
truth
.
"
"
About
what
?
"
Kawahara
looked
up
at
Trepp
,
suddenly
guarded
.
"
Doesn
’
t
matter
.
What
are
you
doing
to
his
face
?
"
"
He
’
s
cold
.
"
"
Of
course
he
’
s
fucking
cold
.
"
The
deteriorating
language
was
a
sure
sign
that
Reileen
Kawahara
was
rattled
,
I
thought
dreamily
.
"
How
do
you
think
he
got
in
past
the
infrareds
?
He
’
s
Stiffed
to
the
eyes
.
"
Trepp
got
up
,
face
carefully
expressionless
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
with
him
?
"
