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Up
,
she
snatched
the
gun
.
She
stalked
the
room
,
Ashpool
’
s
automatic
in
her
hand
.
A
vast
quilt
or
comforter
was
heaped
beside
the
bed
,
in
a
broad
puddle
of
congealed
blood
,
thick
and
shiny
on
the
patterned
rugs
.
Twitching
a
corner
of
the
quilt
back
,
she
found
the
body
of
a
girl
,
white
shoulder
blades
slick
with
blood
.
Her
throat
had
been
slit
.
The
triangular
blade
of
some
sort
of
scraper
glinted
in
the
dark
pool
beside
her
.
Molly
knelt
,
careful
to
avoid
the
blood
,
and
turned
the
dead
girl
’
s
face
to
the
light
.
The
face
Case
had
seen
in
the
restaurant
.
There
was
a
click
,
deep
at
the
very
center
of
things
,
and
the
world
was
frozen
.
Molly
’
s
simstim
broadcast
had
become
a
still
frame
,
her
fingers
on
the
girl
’
s
cheek
.
The
freeze
held
for
three
seconds
,
and
then
the
dead
face
was
altered
,
became
the
face
of
Linda
Lee
.
Another
click
,
and
the
room
blurred
.
Molly
was
standing
,
looking
down
at
a
golden
laser
disk
beside
a
small
console
on
the
marble
top
of
a
bedside
table
.
A
length
of
fiberoptic
ribbon
ran
like
a
leash
from
the
console
to
a
socket
at
the
base
of
the
slender
neck
.
'
I
got
your
number
,
fucker
,
’
Case
said
,
feeling
his
own
lips
moving
,
somewhere
,
far
away
.
He
knew
that
Wintermute
had
altered
the
broadcast
.
Molly
hadn
’
t
seen
the
dead
girl
’
s
face
swirl
like
smoke
,
to
take
on
the
outline
of
Linda
’
s
deathmask
.
Molly
turned
.
She
crossed
the
room
to
Ashpool
’
s
chair
.
The
man
’
s
breathing
was
slow
and
ragged
.
She
peered
at
the
litter
of
drugs
and
alcohol
She
put
his
pistol
down
,
picked
up
her
fletcher
,
dialed
the
barrel
over
to
single
shot
,
and
very
carefully
put
a
toxin
dart
through
the
center
of
his
closed
left
eyelid
.
He
jerked
once
,
breath
halting
in
mid
-
intake
.
His
other
eye
,
brown
and
fathomless
,
opened
slowly
.
It
was
still
open
when
she
turned
and
left
the
room
.
'
Got
your
boss
on
hold
,
’
the
Flatline
said
.
'
He
’
s
coming
through
on
the
twin
Hosaka
in
that
boat
upstairs
,
the
one
that
’
s
riding
us
piggy
-
back
.
Called
the
Haniwa
.
’
