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'
Numb
,
’
he
said
.
He
’
d
been
numb
a
long
time
,
years
.
All
his
nights
down
Ninsei
,
his
nights
with
Linda
,
numb
in
bed
and
numb
at
the
cold
sweating
center
of
every
drug
deal
.
But
now
he
’
d
found
this
warm
thing
,
this
chip
of
murder
.
Meat
,
some
part
of
him
said
.
It
’
s
the
meat
talking
,
ignore
it
.
'
Gangster
.
’
He
opened
his
eyes
.
Cath
stood
beside
him
in
a
black
shift
,
her
hair
still
wild
from
the
ride
in
the
Honda
.
'
Thought
you
went
home
,
’
he
said
,
and
covered
his
confusion
with
a
sip
of
Carlsberg
.
'
I
got
him
to
drop
me
off
at
this
shop
.
Bought
this
.
’
She
ran
her
palm
across
the
fabric
,
curve
of
the
pelvic
girdle
.
He
saw
the
blue
derm
on
her
wrist
.
'
Like
it
?
’
'
Sure
.
’
He
automatically
scanned
the
faces
around
them
,
then
looked
back
at
her
.
'
What
do
you
think
you
’
re
up
to
,
honey
?
’
'
You
like
the
beta
you
got
off
us
,
Lupus
?
’
She
was
very
close
now
,
radiating
heat
and
tension
,
eyes
slitted
over
enormous
pupils
and
a
tendon
in
her
neck
tense
as
a
bowstring
.
She
was
quivering
,
vibrating
invisibly
with
the
fresh
buzz
.
'
You
get
off
?
’
'
Yeah
.
But
the
comedown
’
s
a
bitch
.
’
'
Then
you
need
another
one
.
’
