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"
You
didn
’
t
have
to
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
what
had
led
me
to
forget
that
Ortega
was
the
law
,
but
something
had
.
Something
had
been
building
in
the
space
between
the
two
of
us
,
something
like
a
static
charge
,
something
I
might
have
been
able
to
work
out
if
my
Envoy
intuitions
hadn
’
t
been
so
blunted
by
the
new
sleeve
.
Whatever
it
was
,
it
had
just
walked
out
of
the
room
.
I
drew
my
shoulders
in
and
pulled
harder
on
the
cigarette
.
I
needed
sleep
.
"
Kadmin
’
s
expensive
,
right
?
With
overheads
like
that
,
risks
like
that
,
he
’
s
got
to
cost
.
"
"
About
twenty
grand
a
hit
.
"
"
Then
Bancroft
didn
’
t
commit
suicide
.
"
Ortega
raised
an
eyebrow
.
"
That
’
s
fast
work
,
for
someone
who
just
got
here
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
on
.
"
I
exploded
a
lungful
of
smoke
at
her
.
"
If
it
was
suicide
,
who
the
fuck
paid
out
the
twenty
to
have
me
hit
?
"
"
You
’
re
well
liked
,
are
you
?
"
I
leaned
forward
.
"
No
,
I
’
m
disliked
in
a
lot
of
places
,
but
not
by
anyone
with
those
kind
of
connections
or
that
kind
of
money
.
I
’
m
not
classy
enough
to
make
enemies
at
that
level
.
Whoever
set
Kadmin
on
me
knows
I
’
m
working
for
Bancroft
.
"
Ortega
grinned
.
"
Thought
you
said
they
didn
’
t
call
you
by
name
?
"
