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"
No
.
"
I
yawned
like
a
snake
trying
to
engorge
an
egg
.
"
Just
don
’
t
let
them
up
here
.
And
no
calls
for
the
next
seven
-
and
-
a
-
half
hours
.
"
Abruptly
it
was
all
I
could
do
to
get
out
of
my
clothes
before
the
waves
of
sleep
overwhelmed
me
.
I
left
Bancroft
’
s
summer
suit
draped
over
a
convenient
chair
and
crawled
into
the
massive
crimson
-
sheeted
bed
.
The
surface
of
the
bed
undulated
briefly
,
adjusting
to
my
body
weight
and
size
,
then
bore
me
up
like
water
.
A
faint
odour
of
incense
drifted
from
the
sheets
.
I
made
a
half
-
hearted
attempt
to
masturbate
,
mind
churning
damply
through
images
of
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
voluptuous
curves
,
but
I
kept
seeing
Sarah
’
s
pale
body
turned
to
wreckage
by
the
Kalashnikov
fire
instead
.
And
sleep
dragged
me
under
.
There
are
ruins
,
steeped
in
shadow
,
and
a
blood
-
red
sun
going
down
in
turmoil
behind
distant
hills
.
Overhead
soft
-
bellied
clouds
panic
towards
the
horizon
like
whales
before
the
harpoon
,
and
the
wind
runs
addict
’
s
fingers
through
the
trees
that
line
the
street
.
Innenininennininennin
…
I
know
this
place
.
I
pick
my
way
between
the
devastated
walls
of
ruins
,
trying
not
to
brush
against
them
because
,
whenever
I
do
,
they
give
out
muted
gunshots
and
screams
,
as
if
whatever
conflict
murdered
this
city
has
soaked
into
the
remaining
stonework
.
At
the
same
time
,
I
’
m
moving
quite
fast
,
because
there
is
something
following
me
,
something
that
has
no
such
qualms
about
touching
the
ruins
.
I
can
chart
its
progress
quite
accurately
by
the
tide
of
gunfire
and
anguish
swelling
behind
me
.
It
is
closing
.
I
try
to
speed
up
but
there
is
a
tightness
in
my
throat
and
chest
that
isn
’
t
helping
matters
.
Jimmy
de
Soto
steps
out
from
behind
the
shattered
stub
of
a
tower
.
I
’
m
not
really
surprised
to
see
him
here
,
but
his
ruined
face
still
gives
me
a
jolt
.
He
grins
with
what
’
s
left
of
his
features
and
puts
a
hand
on
my
shoulder
.
I
try
not
to
flinch
.
"
Leila
Begin
,
"
he
says
,
and
nods
back
to
where
I
have
come
from
.
"
Run
that
by
Bancroft
’
s
fancy
lawyer
.
"
