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'
Linda
said
?
I
never
saw
her
before
I
came
up
here
.
’
'
You
aren
’
t
with
Wage
?
’
She
shook
her
head
.
He
realized
that
the
glasses
were
surgically
inset
,
sealing
her
sockets
.
The
silver
lenses
seemed
to
grow
from
smooth
pale
skin
above
her
cheekbones
,
framed
by
dark
hair
cut
in
a
rough
shag
.
The
fingers
curled
around
the
fletcher
were
slender
,
white
,
tipped
with
polished
burgundy
.
The
nails
looked
artificial
.
'
I
think
you
screwed
up
,
Case
I
showed
up
and
you
just
fit
me
right
into
your
reality
picture
.
’
'
So
what
do
you
want
,
lady
?
’
He
sagged
back
against
the
hatch
.
'
You
.
One
live
body
,
brains
still
somewhat
intact
.
Molly
,
Case
.
My
name
’
s
Molly
.
I
’
m
collecting
you
for
the
man
I
work
for
.
Just
wants
to
talk
;
is
all
.
Nobody
wants
to
hurt
you
.
’
'
That
’
s
good
.
’
'
’
Cept
I
do
hurt
people
sometimes
,
Case
.
I
guess
it
’
s
just
the
way
I
’
m
wired
.
’
She
wore
tight
black
gloveleather
jeans
and
a
bulky
black
jacket
cut
from
some
matte
fabric
that
seemed
to
absorb
light
.
'
If
I
put
this
dartgun
away
,
will
you
be
easy
,
Case
?
You
look
like
you
like
to
take
stupid
chances
.
’
'
Hey
,
I
’
m
very
easy
.
I
’
m
a
pushover
,
no
problem
.
’
'
That
’
s
fine
,
man
.
’
The
fletcher
vanished
into
the
black
jacket
.
'
Because
you
try
to
fuck
around
with
me
,
you
’
ll
be
taking
one
of
the
stupidest
chances
of
your
whole
life
.
’
