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"
But
she
doesn
’
t
like
Meths
,
right
?
"
Another
pause
.
"
You
have
quite
an
ear
for
the
street
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
"
"
You
pick
up
the
terminology
,
"
I
said
modestly
.
"
Do
you
think
Ortega
would
have
kept
the
case
open
if
Bancroft
hadn
’
t
been
a
Meth
?
"
Prescott
thought
about
it
for
a
while
.
"
It
’
s
a
common
enough
prejudice
,
"
she
said
slowly
,
"
But
I
don
’
t
get
the
impression
Ortega
shut
us
down
because
of
it
.
I
think
she
just
saw
a
limited
return
on
her
investment
.
The
police
department
has
a
promotion
system
based
at
least
partly
on
the
number
of
cases
solved
.
No
one
saw
a
quick
solution
to
this
one
,
and
Mr
.
Bancroft
was
alive
,
so
…
"
"
Better
things
to
do
,
huh
?
"
"
Yes
.
Something
like
that
.
"
I
stared
out
the
window
some
more
.
The
cab
was
flitting
across
the
tops
of
slender
multi
-
storey
stacks
and
the
traffic
-
crammed
crevices
between
.
I
could
feel
an
old
fury
building
in
me
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
my
current
problems
.
Something
that
had
accrued
through
the
years
in
the
Corps
and
the
emotional
rubble
you
got
used
to
seeing
,
like
silt
on
the
surface
of
your
soul
.
Virginia
Vidaura
,
Jimmy
de
Soto
,
dying
in
my
arms
at
Innenin
,
Sarah
…
A
loser
’
s
catalogue
,
any
way
you
looked
at
it
.
I
locked
it
down
.
The
scar
under
my
eye
was
itching
,
and
there
was
the
curl
of
the
nicotine
craving
in
my
fingertips
.
I
rubbed
at
the
scar
.
Left
the
cigarettes
in
my
pocket
.
At
some
indeterminate
point
this
morning
I
’
d
determined
to
quit
.
A
thought
struck
me
at
random
.
