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'
But
I
didn
’
t
.
What
’
s
it
matter
,
though
?
How
much
does
it
really
matter
to
Mr
.
Case
?
Quit
kidding
yourself
.
I
know
your
Linda
,
man
.
I
know
all
the
Lindas
.
Lindas
are
a
generic
product
in
my
line
of
work
.
Know
why
she
decided
to
rip
you
off
?
Love
.
So
you
’
d
give
a
shit
.
Love
?
Wanna
talk
love
?
She
loved
you
.
I
know
that
.
For
the
little
she
was
worth
,
she
loved
you
.
You
couldn
’
t
handle
it
.
She
’
s
dead
.
’
Case
’
s
fist
glanced
off
the
glass
.
'
Don
’
t
fuck
up
the
hands
,
man
.
Soon
you
punch
deck
.
’
Zone
vanished
,
replaced
by
Freeside
night
and
the
lights
of
the
condos
.
The
Braun
shut
off
.
From
the
bed
,
the
phone
bleated
steadily
.
'
Case
?
’
The
Flatline
was
waiting
.
'
Where
you
been
?
I
got
it
,
but
it
isn
’
t
much
.
’
The
construct
rattled
off
an
address
.
'
Place
had
some
weird
ice
around
it
for
a
nightclub
.
That
’
s
all
I
could
get
without
leaving
a
calling
card
.
’
'
Okay
,
’
Case
said
.
'
Tell
the
Hosaka
to
tell
Maelcum
to
disconnect
the
modem
.
Thanks
,
Dix
.
’
'
A
pleasure
.
’
He
sat
on
the
bed
for
a
long
time
,
savoring
the
new
thing
,
the
treasure
.
