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There
was
a
rectangular
turquoise
pool
centered
ten
meters
from
the
foot
of
the
stairway
,
its
underwater
floods
the
apartment
’
s
only
source
of
light
-
or
it
seemed
that
way
,
to
Case
,
as
Molly
took
her
final
step
.
The
pool
threw
shifting
blobs
of
light
across
the
ceiling
above
it
.
They
were
waiting
by
the
pool
.
He
’
d
known
that
her
reflexes
were
souped
up
,
jazzed
by
the
neurosurgeons
for
combat
,
but
he
hadn
’
t
experienced
them
on
the
simstim
link
.
The
effect
was
like
tape
run
at
half
speed
,
a
slow
,
deliberate
dance
choreographed
to
the
killer
instinct
and
years
of
training
.
She
seemed
to
take
the
three
of
them
in
at
a
glance
:
the
boy
poised
on
the
pool
’
s
high
board
,
the
girl
grinning
over
her
wineglass
,
and
the
corpse
of
Ashpool
,
his
left
socket
gaping
black
and
corrupt
above
his
welcoming
smile
.
He
wore
his
maroon
robe
.
His
teeth
were
very
white
.
The
boy
dove
.
Slender
,
brown
,
his
form
perfect
.
The
grenade
left
her
hand
before
his
hands
could
cut
the
water
.
Case
knew
the
thing
for
what
it
was
as
it
broke
the
surface
:
a
core
of
high
explosive
wrapped
with
ten
meters
of
fine
,
brittle
steel
wire
.
Her
fletcher
whined
as
she
sent
a
storm
of
explosive
darts
into
Ashpool
’
s
face
and
chest
,
and
he
was
gone
,
smoke
curling
from
the
pocked
back
of
the
empty
,
white
-
enameled
pool
chair
.
The
muzzle
swung
for
3Jane
as
the
grenade
detonated
,
a
symmetrical
wedding
cake
of
water
rising
,
breaking
,
falling
back
,
but
the
mistake
had
been
made
.
Hideo
didn
’
t
even
touch
her
,
then
.
Her
leg
collapsed
.
In
Garvey
,
Case
screamed
.
'
It
took
you
long
enough
,
’
Riviera
said
,
as
he
searched
her
pockets
.
Her
hands
vanished
at
the
wrists
in
a
matte
black
sphere
the
size
of
a
bowling
ball
.
'
I
saw
a
multiple
assassination
in
Ankara
,
’
he
said
,
his
fingers
plucking
things
from
her
jacket
,
'
a
grenade
job
.
In
a
pool
.
It
seemed
a
very
weak
explosion
,
but
they
all
died
instantly
of
hydrostatic
shock
.
’
Case
felt
her
move
her
fingers
experimentally
.
The
material
of
the
ball
seemed
to
offer
no
more
resistance
than
temperfoam
.
The
pain
in
her
leg
was
excruciating
,
impossible
.
A
red
moire
shifted
in
her
vision
.
'
I
wouldn
’
t
move
them
,
if
I
were
you
.
’
The
interior
of
the
ball
seemed
to
tighten
slightly
.
'
It
’
s
a
sex
toy
Jane
bought
in
Berlin
.
Wiggle
them
long
enough
and
it
crushes
them
to
a
pulp
.
Variant
of
the
material
they
make
this
flooring
from
.
Something
to
do
with
the
molecules
,
I
suppose
.
Are
you
in
pain
?
’
She
groaned
.
