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I
put
my
coffee
down
and
reached
for
a
cigarette
.
The
motions
were
automatic
,
and
I
was
too
tired
to
stop
them
.
Ortega
waved
away
the
offered
pack
.
Touching
my
own
cigarette
to
the
packet
’
s
ignition
patch
,
I
squinted
at
her
.
"
How
old
are
you
,
Ortega
?
"
She
looked
back
at
me
narrowly
.
"
Thirty
-
four
.
Why
?
"
"
Never
been
d
.
h
.
’
d
,
hmm
?
"
"
Yeah
,
I
had
psychosurgery
a
few
years
back
,
they
put
me
under
for
a
couple
of
days
.
Apart
from
that
,
no
.
I
’
m
not
a
criminal
,
and
I
don
’
t
have
the
money
for
that
kind
of
travel
.
"
I
let
out
the
first
breath
of
smoke
.
"
Kind
of
touchy
about
it
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
"
Like
I
said
,
I
’
m
not
a
criminal
.
"
"
No
.
"
I
thought
back
to
the
last
time
I
had
seen
Virginia
Vidaura
.
"
If
you
were
,
you
wouldn
’
t
think
two
hundred
years
dislocation
was
such
an
easy
rap
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
say
that
.
"
