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'
I
don
’
t
owe
him
enough
.
He
does
me
,
he
’
s
out
the
money
anyway
.
’
He
shrugged
.
'
Too
many
people
owe
him
now
,
Case
.
Maybe
you
get
to
be
the
example
.
You
seriously
better
watch
it
.
’
'
Sure
.
How
about
you
,
Linda
?
You
got
anywhere
to
sleep
?
’
'
Sleep
.
’
She
shook
her
head
.
'
Sure
,
Case
.
’
She
shivered
,
hunched
forward
over
the
table
.
Her
face
was
filmed
with
sweat
.
'
Here
,
’
he
said
,
and
dug
in
the
pocket
of
his
windbreaker
,
coming
up
with
a
crumpled
fifty
.
He
smoothed
it
automatically
,
under
the
table
,
folded
it
in
quarters
,
and
passed
it
to
her
.
'
You
need
that
,
honey
.
You
better
give
it
to
Wage
.
’
There
was
something
in
the
gray
eyes
now
that
he
couldn
’
t
read
,
something
he
’
d
never
seen
there
before
.
'
I
owe
Wage
a
lot
more
than
that
.
Take
it
.
I
got
more
coming
,
’
he
lied
,
as
he
watched
his
New
Yen
vanish
into
a
zippered
pocket
.
'
You
get
your
money
,
Case
,
you
find
Wage
quick
.
’
'
I
’
ll
see
you
,
Linda
,
’
he
said
,
getting
up
.
