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'
I
hope
that
isn
’
t
a
threat
,
’
Armitage
said
.
'
That
’
s
business
,
’
said
Yonderboy
,
stuffing
the
money
into
the
single
pocket
on
the
front
of
his
suit
.
The
phone
rang
.
Case
answered
.
'
Molly
,
’
he
told
Armitage
,
handing
him
the
phone
.
The
Sprawl
’
s
geodesics
were
lightening
into
predawn
gray
as
Case
left
the
building
.
His
limbs
felt
cold
and
disconnected
.
He
couldn
’
t
sleep
.
He
was
sick
of
the
loft
.
Lupus
had
gone
,
then
Armitage
,
and
Molly
was
in
surgery
somewhere
.
Vibration
beneath
his
feet
as
a
train
hissed
past
.
Sirens
dopplered
in
the
distance
.
He
took
corners
at
random
,
his
collar
up
,
hunched
in
a
new
leather
jacket
,
flicking
the
first
of
a
chain
of
Yeheyuans
into
the
gutter
and
lighting
another
.
He
tried
to
imagine
Armitage
’
s
toxin
sacs
dissolving
in
his
bloodstream
,
microscopic
membranes
wearing
thinner
as
he
walked
,
it
didn
’
t
seem
real
Neither
did
the
fear
and
agony
he
’
d
seen
through
Molly
’
s
eyes
in
the
lobby
of
Sense
/
Net
.
He
found
himself
trying
to
remember
the
faces
of
the
three
people
he
’
d
killed
in
Chiba
.
The
men
were
blanks
;
the
woman
reminded
him
of
Linda
Lee
.
A
battered
tricycle
-
truck
with
mirrored
windows
bounced
past
him
,
empty
plastic
cylinders
rattling
in
its
bed
.
'
Case
.
’
He
darted
sideways
,
instinctively
getting
a
wall
behind
his
back
.
'
Message
for
you
,
Case
.
’
Lupus
Yonderboy
’
s
suit
cycled
through
pure
primaries
.
'
Pardon
.
Not
to
startle
you
.
’
