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'
Then
I
’
d
ask
what
your
terms
were
.
’
'
Not
very
different
than
what
you
’
re
used
to
,
Case
.
’
'
Let
the
man
get
some
sleep
,
Armitage
,
’
Molly
said
from
her
futon
,
the
components
of
the
fletcher
spread
on
the
silk
like
some
expensive
puzzle
.
'
He
’
s
coming
apart
at
the
seams
.
’
'
Terms
,
’
Case
said
,
'
and
now
.
Right
now
.
’
He
was
still
shivering
.
He
couldn
’
t
stop
shivering
.
The
clinic
was
nameless
,
expensively
appointed
,
a
cluster
of
sleek
pavilions
separated
by
small
formal
gardens
.
He
remembered
the
place
from
the
round
he
’
d
made
his
first
month
in
Chiba
.
'
Scared
,
Case
.
You
’
re
real
scared
.
’
It
was
Sunday
afternoon
and
he
stood
with
Molly
in
a
sort
of
courtyard
.
White
boulders
,
a
stand
of
green
bamboo
,
black
gravel
raked
into
smooth
waves
.
A
gardener
,
a
thing
like
a
large
metal
crab
,
was
tending
the
bamboo
.
'
It
’
ll
work
Case
.
You
got
no
idea
,
the
kind
of
stuff
Armitage
has
.
Like
he
’
s
gonna
pay
these
nerve
boys
for
fixing
you
with
the
program
he
’
s
giving
them
to
tell
them
how
to
do
it
.
He
’
ll
put
them
three
years
ahead
of
the
competition
.
You
got
any
idea
what
that
’
s
worth
?
’
She
hooked
thumbs
in
the
beltloops
of
her
leather
jeans
and
rocked
backward
on
the
lacquered
heels
of
cherry
red
cowboy
boots
.
The
narrow
toes
were
sheathed
in
bright
Mexican
silver
.
The
lenses
were
empty
quicksilver
,
regarding
him
with
an
insect
calm
.
'
You
’
re
street
samurai
,
’
he
said
.
'
How
long
you
work
for
him
?
’
