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"
You
want
an
insight
?
You
want
somewhere
to
start
?
Well
,
you
gave
me
Kadmin
,
so
I
guess
I
owe
you
that
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
owe
me
a
thing
,
Ortega
.
The
Hendrix
did
it
,
not
me
.
"
"
Leila
Begin
,
"
she
said
.
"
Run
that
by
Bancroft
’
s
fancy
lawyers
,
see
where
it
gets
you
.
"
The
door
sliced
closed
and
the
reflected
room
held
nothing
but
the
lights
of
the
city
outside
.
I
stared
out
at
them
for
a
while
,
lit
a
new
cigarette
and
smoked
it
down
to
its
filter
.
Bancroft
had
not
committed
suicide
,
that
much
was
clear
.
I
’
d
been
on
the
case
less
than
a
day
and
already
I
’
d
had
two
separate
lobbies
land
on
my
back
.
First
,
Kristin
Ortega
’
s
mannered
thugs
at
the
justice
facility
,
then
the
Vladivostock
hitman
and
his
spare
sleeve
Not
to
mention
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
off
-
the
-
wall
behaviour
.
Altogether
too
much
muddied
water
for
this
to
be
what
it
purported
to
be
.
Ortega
wanted
something
,
whoever
had
paid
Dimitri
Kadmin
wanted
something
,
and
what
they
wanted
,
it
seemed
,
was
for
the
Bancroft
case
to
remain
closed
.
That
wasn
’
t
an
option
I
had
.
"
Your
guest
has
left
the
building
,
"
said
the
Hendrix
,
jolting
me
out
of
my
glazed
retrospection
.
"
Thanks
,
"
I
said
absently
,
stubbing
out
the
cigarette
in
an
ashtray
.
"
Can
you
lock
the
door
,
and
block
the
elevators
from
this
floor
?
"
"
Certainly
.
Do
you
wish
to
be
advised
of
any
entry
into
the
hotel
?
"
