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He
might
have
called
her
name
,
but
he
’
d
never
be
sure
.
Afterimage
of
a
single
hair
-
fine
line
of
red
light
.
Seared
concrete
beneath
the
thin
soles
of
his
shoes
.
Her
white
sneakers
flashing
,
close
to
the
curving
wall
now
,
and
again
the
ghost
line
of
the
laser
branded
across
his
eye
,
bobbing
in
his
vision
as
he
ran
.
Someone
tripped
him
.
Concrete
tore
his
palms
.
He
rolled
and
kicked
,
failing
to
connect
.
A
thin
boy
,
spiked
blond
hair
lit
from
behind
in
a
rainbow
nimbus
,
was
leaning
over
him
.
Above
the
stage
,
a
figure
turned
,
knife
held
high
,
to
the
cheering
crowd
.
The
boy
smiled
and
drew
something
from
his
sleeve
.
A
razor
,
etched
in
red
as
a
third
beam
blinked
past
them
into
the
dark
.
Case
saw
the
razor
dipping
for
his
throat
like
a
dowser
’
s
wand
.
The
face
was
erased
in
a
humming
cloud
of
microscopic
explosions
.
Molly
’
s
fletchettes
,
at
twenty
rounds
per
second
.
The
boy
coughed
once
,
convulsively
,
and
toppled
across
Case
’
s
legs
.
He
was
walking
toward
the
stalls
,
into
the
shadows
.
He
looked
down
,
expecting
to
see
that
needle
of
ruby
emerge
from
his
chest
.
Nothing
.
He
found
her
.
She
was
thrown
down
at
the
foot
of
a
concrete
pillar
,
eyes
closed
.
There
was
a
smell
of
cooked
meat
.
The
crowd
was
chanting
the
winner
’
s
name
.
A
beer
vendor
was
wiping
his
taps
with
a
dark
rag
.
One
white
sneaker
had
come
off
,
somehow
,
and
lay
beside
her
head
.
Follow
the
wall
.
Curve
of
concrete
.
Hands
in
pockets
.
Keep
walking
.
Past
unseeing
faces
,
every
eye
raised
to
the
victor
’
s
image
above
the
ring
Once
a
seamed
European
face
danced
in
the
glare
of
a
match
,
lips
pursed
around
the
short
stem
of
a
metal
pipe
.
Tang
of
hashish
.
Case
walked
on
,
feeling
nothing
.
'
Case
.
’
Her
mirrors
emerged
from
deeper
shadow
.
'
You
okay
?
’
