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'
Case
?
It
’
s
Wednesday
,
Case
.
’
She
moved
,
rolling
over
,
reaching
across
him
.
A
breast
brushed
his
upper
arm
.
He
heard
her
tear
the
foil
seal
from
a
bottle
of
water
and
drink
.
'
Here
.
’
She
put
the
bottle
in
his
hand
.
'
I
can
see
in
the
dark
,
Case
.
Microchannel
image
-
amps
in
my
glasses
.
’
'
My
back
hurts
.
’
'
That
’
s
where
they
replaced
your
fluid
.
Changed
your
blood
,
too
.
Blood
’
cause
you
got
a
new
pancreas
thrown
into
the
deal
.
And
some
new
tissue
patched
into
your
liver
.
The
nerve
stuff
,
I
dunno
.
Lot
of
injections
.
They
didn
’
t
have
to
open
anything
up
for
the
main
show
.
’
She
settled
back
beside
him
.
'
It
’
s
2
:
43
:
12
AM
,
Case
.
Got
a
readout
chipped
into
my
optic
nerve
.
He
sat
up
and
tried
to
sip
from
the
bottle
.
Gagged
,
coughed
,
lukewarm
water
spraying
his
chest
and
thighs
.
'
I
gotta
punch
deck
,
’
he
heard
himself
say
.
He
was
groping
for
his
clothes
.
'
I
gotta
know
.
.
.
’
She
laughed
.
Small
strong
hands
gripped
his
upper
arms
.
'
Sorry
,
hotshot
.
Eight
day
wait
.
Your
nervous
system
would
fall
out
on
the
floor
if
you
jacked
in
now
.
Doctor
’
s
orders
.
Besides
,
they
figure
it
worked
.
Check
you
in
a
day
or
so
.
’
He
lay
down
again
.
'
Where
are
we
?
’
'
Home
.
Cheap
Hotel
.
’
'
Where
’
s
Armitage
?
’
'
Hilton
,
selling
beads
to
the
natives
or
something
.
We
’
re
out
of
here
soon
,
man
.
Amsterdam
,
Paris
,
then
back
to
the
Sprawl
.
’
She
touched
his
shoulder
.
'
Roll
over
.
I
give
a
good
massage
.
’
