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And
then
he
was
running
.
He
looked
back
as
he
passed
the
first
of
the
trees
.
Roland
was
running
after
him
.
He
saw
the
fragile
biplane
strike
the
iron
railing
of
the
bridge
,
crumple
,
cartwheel
,
sweeping
the
girl
with
it
down
into
Desiderata
Roland
hadn
’
t
looked
back
.
His
face
was
fixed
,
white
,
his
teeth
bared
.
He
had
something
in
his
hand
.
The
gardening
robot
took
Roland
as
he
passed
that
same
tree
.
It
fell
straight
out
of
the
groomed
branches
,
a
thing
like
a
crab
,
diagonally
striped
with
black
and
yellow
.
'
You
killed
’
em
,
’
Case
panted
,
running
.
'
Crazy
motherfucker
,
you
killed
’
em
all
.
.
.
’
The
little
train
shot
through
its
tunnel
at
eighty
kilometers
per
hour
.
Case
kept
his
eyes
closed
.
The
shower
had
helped
,
but
he
’
d
lost
his
breakfast
when
he
’
d
looked
down
and
seen
Pierre
’
s
blood
washing
pink
across
the
white
tiles
.
Gravity
fell
away
as
the
spindle
narrowed
.
Case
’
s
stomach
churned
.
Aerol
was
waiting
with
his
scooter
beside
the
dock
.
'
Case
,
mon
,
big
problem
.
’
The
soft
voice
faint
in
his
phones
.
He
chinned
the
volume
control
and
peered
into
the
Lexan
face
-
plate
of
Aerol
’
s
helmet
.
'
Gotta
get
to
Garvey
,
Aerol
.
’
'
Yo
.
Strap
in
,
mon
.
But
Garveycaptive
.
Yacht
,
came
before
,
she
came
back
.
Now
she
lockin
’
steady
on
Marcus
Garvey
.
’
