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'
What
I
always
think
about
first
,
Case
,
is
my
own
sweet
ass
.
’
The
crab
had
altered
course
to
avoid
her
,
but
she
kicked
it
with
a
smooth
precision
,
the
silver
boot
-
tip
clanging
on
the
carapace
.
The
thing
fell
on
its
back
,
but
the
bronze
limbs
soon
righted
it
.
Case
sat
on
one
of
the
boulders
,
scuffing
at
the
symmetry
of
the
gravel
waves
with
the
toes
of
his
shoes
.
He
began
to
search
his
pockets
for
cigarettes
.
'
In
your
shirt
,
’
she
said
.
'
You
want
to
answer
my
question
?
’
He
fished
a
wrinkled
Yeheyuan
from
the
pack
and
she
lit
it
for
him
with
a
thin
slab
of
German
steel
that
looked
as
though
it
belonged
on
an
operating
table
.
'
Well
,
I
’
ll
tell
you
,
the
man
’
s
definitely
on
to
something
.
He
’
s
got
big
money
now
,
and
he
’
s
never
had
it
before
,
and
he
gets
more
all
the
time
.
’
Case
noticed
a
certain
tension
around
her
mouth
.
'
Or
maybe
,
maybe
something
’
s
on
to
him
.
.
.
’
She
shrugged
.
'
What
’
s
that
mean
?
’
'
I
don
’
t
know
,
exactly
.
I
know
I
don
’
t
know
who
or
what
we
’
re
really
working
for
.
’
He
stared
at
the
twin
mirrors
.
Leaving
the
Hilton
,
Saturday
morning
,
he
’
d
gone
back
to
Cheap
Hotel
and
slept
for
ten
hours
.
Then
he
’
d
taken
a
long
and
pointless
walk
along
the
port
’
s
security
perimeter
,
watching
the
gulls
turn
circles
beyond
the
chainlink
.
If
she
’
d
followed
him
,
she
’
d
done
a
good
job
of
it
.
He
’
d
avoided
Night
City
.
He
’
d
waited
in
the
coffin
for
Armitage
’
s
call
.
Now
this
quiet
courtyard
,
Sunday
afternoon
,
this
girl
with
a
gymnast
’
s
body
and
conjurer
’
s
hands
.
'
If
you
’
ll
come
in
now
,
sir
,
the
anesthetist
is
waiting
to
meet
you
.
’
The
technician
bowed
,
turned
,
and
reentered
the
clinic
without
waiting
to
see
if
Case
would
follow
.
Cold
steel
odor
.
Ice
caressed
his
spine
.
Lost
,
so
small
amid
that
dark
,
hands
grown
cold
,
body
image
fading
down
corridors
of
television
sky
.
