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'
3Jane
’
s
,
what
she
calls
it
,
retainer
.
Family
retainer
.
’
Case
forced
himself
to
stare
dully
at
the
Emergency
crowd
while
he
spoke
.
'
Dee
-
Jane
?
’
'
Lady
3Jane
.
She
’
s
triff
.
Rich
.
Her
father
owns
all
this
.
’
'
This
bar
?
’
'
Freeside
!
’
'
No
shit
.
You
keepin
’
some
class
company
,
huh
?
’
He
raised
an
eyebrow
.
Put
his
arm
around
her
,
his
hand
on
her
hip
.
'
So
how
you
meet
these
aristos
,
Cathy
?
You
some
kinda
closet
deb
?
You
an
’
Bruce
secret
heirs
to
some
ripe
old
credit
?
Huh
?
’
He
spread
his
fingers
,
kneading
the
flesh
beneath
the
thin
black
cloth
.
She
squirmed
against
him
.
Laughed
.
'
Oh
,
you
know
,
’
she
said
,
lids
half
lowered
in
what
must
have
been
intended
as
a
look
of
modesty
,
'
she
likes
to
party
.
Bruce
and
I
,
we
make
the
party
circuit
.
.
.
It
gets
real
boring
for
her
,
in
there
.
Her
old
man
lets
her
out
sometimes
,
as
long
as
she
brings
Hideo
to
take
care
of
her
.
’
'
Where
’
s
it
get
boring
?
’
'
Straylight
,
they
call
it
.
She
told
me
,
oh
,
it
’
s
pretty
,
all
the
pools
and
lilies
.
It
’
s
a
castle
,
a
real
castle
,
all
stone
and
sunsets
.
’
She
snuggled
in
against
him
.
'
Hey
,
Lupus
,
man
,
you
need
a
derm
.
So
we
can
be
together
.
’
