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'
One
time
,
I
was
a
little
kid
,
we
were
squatting
.
It
was
down
by
the
Hudson
,
and
those
rats
,
man
,
they
were
big
.
It
’
s
the
chemicals
get
into
them
.
Big
as
I
was
,
and
all
night
one
had
been
scrabbling
under
the
floor
of
the
squat
.
Round
dawn
somebody
brought
this
old
man
in
,
seams
down
his
cheeks
and
his
eyes
all
red
.
Had
a
roll
of
greasy
leather
like
you
’
d
keep
steel
tools
in
,
to
keep
the
rust
off
.
Spread
it
out
,
had
this
old
revolver
and
three
shells
.
Old
man
,
he
puts
one
bullet
in
there
,
then
he
starts
walking
up
and
down
the
squat
,
we
’
re
hanging
back
by
the
walls
.
'
Back
and
forth
.
Got
his
arms
crossed
,
head
down
,
like
he
’
s
forgotten
the
gun
.
Listening
for
the
rat
.
We
got
real
quiet
.
Old
man
takes
a
step
.
Rat
moves
.
Rat
moves
,
he
takes
another
step
.
An
hour
of
that
,
then
he
seems
to
remember
his
gun
.
Points
it
at
the
floor
,
grins
,
and
pulls
the
trigger
.
Rolled
it
back
up
and
left
.
'
I
crawled
under
there
later
.
Rat
had
a
hole
between
its
eyes
.
’
She
was
watching
the
sealed
doorways
that
opened
at
intervals
along
the
corridor
.
'
The
second
one
,
the
one
who
came
for
Johnny
,
he
was
like
that
old
man
.
Not
old
,
but
he
was
like
that
.
He
killed
that
way
.
’
The
corridor
widened
.
The
sea
of
rich
carpets
undulated
gently
beneath
an
enormous
candelabrum
whose
lowest
crystal
pendant
reached
nearly
to
the
floor
.
Crystal
tinkled
as
Molly
entered
the
hall
.
THIRD
DOOR
LEFT
,
blinked
the
readout
.
She
turned
left
,
avoiding
the
inverted
tree
of
crystal
.
'
I
just
saw
him
once
.
On
my
way
into
our
place
.
He
was
coming
out
.
We
lived
in
a
converted
factory
space
,
lots
of
young
comers
from
Sense
/
Net
,
like
that
.
Pretty
good
security
to
start
with
,
and
I
’
d
put
in
some
really
heavy
stuff
to
make
it
really
tight
.
I
knew
Johnny
was
up
there
.
But
this
little
guy
,
he
caught
my
eye
,
as
he
was
coming
out
.
Didn
’
t
say
a
word
.
We
just
looked
at
each
other
and
I
knew
.
Plain
little
guy
,
plain
clothes
,
no
pride
in
him
,
humble
.
He
looked
at
me
and
got
into
a
pedicab
.
I
knew
.
Went
upstairs
and
Johnny
was
sitting
in
a
chair
by
the
window
,
with
his
mouth
a
little
open
,
like
he
’
d
just
thought
of
something
to
say
.
’
The
door
in
front
of
her
was
old
,
a
carved
slab
of
Thai
teak
that
seemed
to
have
been
sawn
in
half
to
fit
the
low
doorway
.
A
primitive
mechanical
lock
with
a
stainless
face
had
been
inset
beneath
a
swirling
dragon
.
She
knelt
,
drew
a
tight
little
roll
of
black
chamois
from
an
inside
pocket
,
and
selected
a
needle
-
thin
pick
.
'
Never
much
found
anybody
I
gave
a
damn
about
,
after
that
.
’
She
inserted
the
pick
and
worked
in
silence
,
nibbling
at
her
lower
lip
.
She
seemed
to
rely
on
touch
alone
,
her
eyes
unfocused
and
the
door
was
a
blur
of
blond
wood
.
Case
listened
to
the
silence
of
the
hall
,
punctuated
by
the
soft
clink
of
the
candelabrum
.
Candles
?
Straylight
was
all
wrong
.
He
remembered
Cath
’
s
story
of
a
castle
with
pools
and
lilies
,
and
3Jane
’
s
mannered
words
recited
musically
by
the
head
.
A
place
grown
in
upon
itself
.
Straylight
smelled
faintly
musty
,
faintly
perfumed
,
like
a
church
.
Where
were
the
Tessier
-
Ashpools
?
He
’
d
expected
some
clean
hive
of
disciplined
activity
,
but
Molly
had
seen
no
one
.
Her
monologue
made
him
uneasy
;
she
’
d
never
told
him
that
much
about
herself
before
.
Aside
from
her
story
in
the
cubicle
,
she
’
d
seldom
said
anything
that
had
even
indicated
that
she
had
a
past
.
She
closed
her
eyes
and
there
was
a
click
that
Case
felt
rather
than
heard
.
It
made
him
remember
the
magnetic
locks
on
the
door
of
her
cubicle
in
the
puppet
place
.
The
door
had
opened
for
him
,
even
though
he
’
d
had
the
wrong
chip
.
That
was
Wintermute
,
manipulating
the
lock
the
way
it
had
manipulated
the
drone
micro
and
the
robot
gardener
.
The
lock
system
in
the
puppet
place
had
been
a
subunit
of
Freeside
’
s
security
system
.
The
simple
mechanical
lock
here
would
pose
a
real
problem
for
the
AI
,
requiring
either
a
drone
of
some
kind
or
a
human
agent
.
She
opened
her
eyes
,
put
the
pick
back
into
the
chamois
,
carefully
rerolled
it
,
and
tucked
it
back
into
its
pocket
.
'
Guess
you
’
re
kinda
like
he
was
,
’
she
said
.
'
Think
you
’
re
born
to
run
.
Figure
what
you
were
into
back
in
Chiba
,
that
was
a
stripped
down
version
of
what
you
’
d
be
doing
anywhere
.
Bad
luck
,
it
’
ll
do
that
sometimes
,
get
you
down
to
basics
.
’
She
stood
,
stretched
,
shook
herself
.
'
You
know
,
I
figure
the
one
Tessier
-
Ashpool
sent
after
that
Jimmy
,
the
boy
who
stole
the
head
,
he
must
be
pretty
much
the
same
as
the
one
the
Yak
sent
to
kill
Johnny
.
’
She
drew
the
fletcher
from
its
holster
and
dialed
the
barrel
to
full
auto
.
