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22
’
s
magazine
and
the
one
loose
cartridge
and
dropped
them
into
one
pocket
,
then
put
the
pistol
in
the
other
.
'
I
gotta
see
Shin
,
get
my
deposit
back
.
’
'
Go
home
,
’
said
Ratz
,
shifting
on
the
creaking
chair
with
something
like
embarrassment
.
'
Artiste
.
Go
home
.
’
He
felt
them
watching
as
he
crossed
the
room
and
shouldered
his
way
past
the
plastic
doors
.
'
Bitch
,
’
he
said
to
the
rose
tint
over
Shiga
.
Down
on
Ninsei
the
holograms
were
vanishing
like
ghosts
,
and
most
of
the
neon
was
already
cold
and
dead
.
He
sipped
thick
black
coffee
from
a
street
vendor
’
s
foam
thimble
and
watched
the
sun
come
up
.
'
You
fly
away
,
honey
.
Towns
like
this
are
for
people
who
like
the
way
down
.
’
But
that
wasn
’
t
it
,
really
,
and
he
was
finding
it
increasingly
hard
to
maintain
the
sense
of
betrayal
.
She
just
wanted
a
ticket
home
,
and
the
RAM
in
his
Hitachi
would
buy
it
for
her
,
if
she
could
find
the
right
fence
.
And
that
business
with
the
fifty
;
she
’
d
almost
turned
it
down
,
knowing
she
was
about
to
rip
him
for
the
rest
of
what
he
had
.
When
he
climbed
out
of
the
elevator
,
the
same
boy
was
on
the
desk
.
Different
textbook
.
'
Good
buddy
,
’
Case
called
across
the
plastic
turf
,
'
you
don
’
t
need
to
tell
me
.
I
know
already
.
Pretty
lady
came
to
visit
,
said
she
had
my
key
.
Nice
little
tip
for
you
,
say
fifty
New
ones
?
’
The
boy
put
down
his
book
.
'
Woman
,
’
Case
said
,
and
drew
a
line
across
his
forehead
with
his
thumb
.
'
Silk
.
’
He
smiled
broadly
.
The
boy
smiled
back
,
nodded
.
'
Thanks
,
asshole
,
’
Case
said
.
On
the
catwalk
,
he
had
trouble
with
the
lock
.
She
’
d
messed
it
up
somehow
when
she
’
d
fiddled
it
,
he
thought
.
Beginner
.
He
knew
where
to
rent
a
blackbox
that
would
open
anything
in
Cheap
Hotel
.
Fluorescents
came
on
as
he
crawled
in
.
'
Close
the
hatch
real
slow
,
friend
.
You
still
got
that
Saturday
night
special
you
rented
from
the
waiter
?
’
She
sat
with
her
back
to
the
wall
,
at
the
far
end
of
the
coffin
.
She
had
her
knees
up
,
resting
her
wrists
on
them
;
the
pepperbox
muzzle
of
a
flechette
pistol
emerged
from
her
hands
.
'
That
you
in
the
arcade
?
’
He
pulled
the
hatch
down
.
'
Where
’
s
Linda
?
’
