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'
Where
’
s
Molly
?
’
The
ninja
relaxed
his
pull
on
the
fine
,
braided
string
,
lowering
the
bow
.
He
crossed
the
tiles
to
where
the
Remington
lay
and
picked
it
up
.
'
This
is
without
subtlety
,
’
he
said
,
as
if
to
himself
.
His
voice
was
cool
and
pleasant
.
His
every
move
was
part
of
a
dance
,
a
dance
that
never
ended
,
even
when
his
body
was
still
,
at
rest
,
but
for
all
the
power
it
suggested
,
there
was
also
a
humility
,
an
open
simplicity
.
'
It
ends
here
for
her
,
too
,
’
Riviera
said
.
'
Maybe
3Jane
won
’
t
go
for
that
,
Peter
,
’
Case
said
,
uncertain
of
the
impulse
.
The
derms
still
raged
in
his
system
,
the
old
fever
starting
to
grip
him
,
Night
City
craziness
.
He
remembered
moments
of
grace
,
dealing
out
on
the
edge
of
things
,
where
he
’
d
found
that
he
could
sometimes
talk
faster
than
he
could
think
.
The
gray
eyes
narrowed
.
'
Why
,
Case
?
Why
do
you
think
that
?
’
Case
smiled
.
Riviera
didn
’
t
know
about
the
simstim
rig
.
He
’
d
missed
it
in
his
hurry
to
find
the
drugs
she
carried
for
him
.
But
how
could
Hideo
have
missed
it
?
And
Case
was
certain
the
ninja
would
never
have
let
3Jane
treat
Molly
without
first
checking
her
for
kinks
and
concealed
weapons
.
No
,
he
decided
,
the
ninja
knew
.
So
3Jane
would
know
as
well
.
'
Tell
me
,
Case
,
’
Riviera
said
,
raising
the
pepperbox
muzzle
of
the
fletcher
.
Something
creaked
,
behind
him
,
creaked
again
.
3Jane
pushed
Molly
out
of
the
shadows
in
an
ornate
Victorian
bathchair
,
its
tall
,
spidery
wheels
squeaking
as
they
turned
.
Molly
was
bundled
deep
in
a
red
and
black
striped
blanket
,
the
narrow
,
caned
back
of
the
antique
chair
towering
above
her
.
She
looked
very
small
.
Broken
.
A
patch
of
brilliantly
white
micropore
covered
her
damaged
lens
;
the
other
flashed
emptily
as
her
head
bobbed
with
the
motion
of
the
chair
.
'
A
familiar
face
,
’
3Jane
said
,
'
I
saw
you
the
night
of
Peter
’
s
show
.
And
who
is
this
?
’
'
Maelcum
,
’
Case
said
.
