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'
Tony
,
’
she
said
.
'
I
’
d
been
seein
’
him
,
kinda
.
He
had
a
habit
an
’
we
.
.
.
anyway
,
yeah
,
I
remember
him
running
it
by
on
this
monitor
,
and
it
was
this
real
amazing
graphics
stuff
,
and
I
remember
wonderin
’
how
you
-
-
’
'
There
wasn
’
t
any
graphics
in
there
,
’
he
interrupted
.
'
Sure
was
.
I
just
couldn
’
t
figure
how
you
’
d
have
all
those
pictures
of
when
I
was
little
,
Case
.
How
my
daddy
looked
,
before
he
left
.
Gimme
this
duck
one
time
,
painted
wood
,
and
you
had
a
picture
of
that
.
.
.
’
'
Tony
see
it
?
’
'
I
don
’
t
remember
.
Next
thing
,
I
was
on
the
beach
,
real
early
,
sunrise
,
those
birds
all
yellin
’
so
lonely
.
Scared
’
cause
I
didn
’
t
have
a
shot
on
me
,
nothin
’
,
an
’
I
knew
I
’
d
be
gettin
’
sick
.
.
.
An
’
I
walked
an
’
walked
,
’
til
it
was
dark
,
an
’
found
this
place
,
an
’
next
day
the
food
washed
in
,
all
tangled
in
the
green
sea
stuff
like
leaves
of
hard
jelly
.
’
She
slid
her
stick
into
the
embers
and
left
it
there
.
'
Never
did
get
sick
,
’
she
said
,
as
embers
crawled
.
'
Missed
cigarettes
more
.
How
’
bout
you
,
Case
?
You
still
wired
?
’
Firelight
dancing
under
her
cheekbones
,
remembered
flash
of
Wizard
’
s
Castle
and
Tank
War
Europa
.
'
No
,
’
he
said
,
and
then
it
no
longer
mattered
,
what
he
knew
,
tasting
the
salt
of
her
mouth
where
tears
had
dried
.
There
was
a
strength
that
ran
in
her
,
something
he
’
d
known
in
Night
City
and
held
there
,
been
held
by
it
,
held
for
a
while
away
from
time
and
death
,
from
the
relentless
Street
that
hunted
them
all
.
It
was
a
place
he
’
d
known
before
;
not
everyone
could
take
him
there
,
and
somehow
he
always
managed
to
forget
it
.
Something
he
’
d
found
and
lost
so
many
times
.
It
belonged
,
he
knew
-
he
remembered
-
as
she
pulled
him
down
,
to
the
meat
,
the
flesh
the
cowboys
mocked
.
It
was
a
vast
thing
,
beyond
knowing
,
a
sea
of
information
coded
in
spiral
and
pheromone
,
infinite
intricacy
that
only
the
body
,
in
its
strong
blind
way
,
could
ever
read
.
The
zipper
hung
,
caught
,
as
he
opened
the
French
fatigues
,
the
coils
of
toothed
nylon
clotted
with
salt
He
broke
it
,
some
tiny
metal
part
shooting
off
against
the
wall
as
salt
-
rotten
cloth
gave
,
and
then
he
was
in
her
,
effecting
the
transmission
of
the
old
message
.
Here
,
even
here
,
in
a
place
he
knew
for
what
it
was
,
a
coded
model
of
some
stranger
’
s
memory
,
the
drive
held
.
She
shuddered
against
him
as
the
stick
caught
fire
,
a
leaping
flare
that
threw
their
locked
shadows
across
the
bunker
wall
.
