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Case
pulled
the
shirt
over
his
head
.
He
saw
the
shuriken
on
the
bed
,
lifeless
metal
,
his
star
.
He
felt
for
the
anger
.
It
was
gone
.
Time
to
give
in
,
to
roll
with
it
.
.
.
He
thought
of
the
toxin
sacs
.
'
Here
comes
the
meat
,
’
he
muttered
.
In
the
elevator
to
the
meadow
,
he
thought
of
Molly
.
She
might
already
be
in
Straylight
.
Hunting
Riviera
.
Hunted
,
probably
,
by
Hideo
,
who
was
almost
certainly
the
ninja
clone
of
the
Finn
’
s
story
,
the
one
who
’
d
come
to
retrieve
the
talking
head
.
He
rested
his
forehead
against
the
matte
black
plastic
of
a
wall
panel
and
closed
his
eyes
.
His
limbs
were
wood
,
old
,
warped
and
heavy
with
rain
.
Lunch
was
being
served
beneath
the
trees
,
under
the
bright
umbrellas
.
Roland
and
Michle
fell
into
character
,
chattering
brightly
in
French
.
Pierre
came
behind
.
Michle
kept
the
muzzle
of
her
pistol
close
to
his
ribs
,
concealing
the
gun
with
a
white
duck
jacket
she
draped
over
her
arm
.
Crossing
the
meadow
,
weaving
between
the
tables
and
the
trees
,
he
wondered
if
she
would
shoot
him
if
he
collapsed
now
.
Black
fur
boiled
at
the
borders
of
his
vision
.
He
glanced
up
at
the
hot
white
band
of
the
Lado
-
Acheson
armature
and
saw
a
giant
butterfly
banking
gracefully
against
recorded
sky
.
At
the
edge
of
the
meadow
they
came
to
railinged
cliffside
,
wild
flowers
dancing
in
the
updraft
from
the
canyon
that
was
Desiderata
.
Michle
tossed
her
short
dark
hair
and
pointed
,
saying
something
in
French
to
Roland
.
She
sounded
genuinely
happy
.
Case
followed
the
direction
of
her
gesture
and
saw
the
curve
of
planing
lakes
,
the
white
glint
of
casinos
,
turquoise
rectangles
of
a
thousand
pools
,
the
bodies
of
bathers
,
tiny
bronze
hieroglyphs
,
all
held
in
serene
approximation
of
gravity
against
the
endless
curve
of
Freeside
’
s
hull
.
They
followed
the
railing
to
an
ornate
iron
bridge
that
arched
over
Desiderata
.
Michle
prodded
him
with
the
muzzle
of
the
Walther
.
'
Take
it
easy
,
I
can
’
t
hardly
walk
today
.
’
They
were
a
little
over
a
quarter
of
the
way
across
when
the
microlight
struck
,
its
electric
engine
silent
until
the
carbon
fiber
prop
chopped
away
the
top
of
Pierre
’
s
skull
.
They
were
in
the
thing
’
s
shadow
for
an
instant
,
Case
felt
the
hot
blood
spray
across
the
back
of
his
neck
,
and
then
someone
tripped
him
.
He
rolled
,
seeing
Michle
on
her
back
,
knees
up
,
aiming
the
Walther
with
both
hands
.
That
’
s
a
waste
of
effort
,
he
thought
,
with
the
strange
lucidity
of
shock
.
She
was
trying
to
shoot
down
the
microlight
.
