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She
wore
a
tiny
leather
purse
on
a
slender
neck
-
thong
.
Her
nails
were
bright
pink
against
her
boosted
tan
,
bitten
to
the
quick
.
She
opened
the
purse
and
withdrew
a
paperbacked
bubble
with
a
blue
derm
inside
.
Something
white
tumbled
to
the
floor
;
Case
stooped
and
picked
it
up
.
An
origami
crane
.
'
Hideo
gave
it
to
me
,
’
she
said
.
'
He
tried
to
show
me
how
,
but
I
can
’
t
ever
get
it
right
.
The
necks
come
out
backwards
.
’
She
tucked
the
folded
paper
back
into
her
purse
.
Case
watched
as
she
tore
the
bubble
away
,
peeled
the
derm
from
its
backing
,
and
smoothed
it
across
his
inner
wrist
.
'
3Jane
,
she
’
s
got
a
pointy
face
,
nose
like
a
bird
?
’
He
watched
his
hands
fumble
an
outline
.
'
Dark
hair
?
Young
?
’
'
I
guess
.
But
she
’
s
triff
,
you
know
?
Like
,
all
that
money
.
’
The
drug
hit
him
like
an
express
train
,
a
white
-
hot
column
of
light
mounting
his
spine
from
the
region
of
his
prostate
,
illuminating
the
sutures
of
his
skull
with
x
-
rays
of
short
-
circuited
sexual
energy
.
His
teeth
sang
in
their
individual
sockets
like
tuning
forks
,
each
one
pitch
-
perfect
and
clear
as
ethanol
.
His
bones
,
beneath
the
hazy
envelope
of
flesh
,
were
chromed
and
polished
,
the
joints
lubricated
with
a
film
of
silicone
.
Sandstorms
raged
across
the
scoured
floor
of
his
skull
,
generating
waves
of
high
thin
static
that
broke
behind
his
eyes
,
spheres
of
purest
crystal
,
expanding
.
.
.
'
Come
on
,
’
she
said
,
taking
his
hand
.
'
You
got
it
now
.
We
got
it
.
Up
the
hill
,
we
’
ll
have
it
all
night
.
’
The
anger
was
expanding
,
relentless
,
exponential
,
riding
out
behind
the
betaphenethylamine
rush
like
a
carrier
wave
,
a
seismic
fluid
,
rich
and
corrosive
.
His
erection
was
a
bar
of
lead
.
The
faces
around
them
in
Emergency
were
painted
doll
things
,
the
pink
and
white
of
mouth
parts
moving
,
moving
,
words
emerging
like
discrete
balloons
of
sound
.
He
looked
at
Cath
and
saw
each
pore
in
the
tanned
skin
,
eyes
flat
as
dumb
glass
,
a
tint
of
dead
metal
,
a
faint
bloating
,
the
most
minute
asymmetries
of
breast
and
collarbone
,
the
-
something
flared
white
behind
his
eyes
.
He
dropped
her
hand
and
stumbled
for
the
door
,
shoving
someone
out
of
the
way
.
'
Fuck
you
!
’
she
screamed
behind
him
,
'
you
ripoff
shit
!
’
