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Case
straightened
up
,
hands
in
jacket
pockets
.
He
was
a
head
taller
than
the
Modern
.
'
You
oughta
be
careful
,
Yonderboy
.
’
'
This
is
the
message
.
Wintermute
.
’
He
spelled
it
out
.
'
From
you
?
’
Case
took
a
step
forward
.
'
No
,
’
Yonderboy
said
.
'
For
you
.
’
'
Who
from
?
’
'
Wintermute
,
’
Yonderboy
repeated
,
nodding
,
bobbing
his
crest
of
pink
hair
.
His
suit
went
matte
black
,
a
carbon
shadow
against
old
concrete
.
He
executed
a
strange
little
dance
,
his
thin
black
arms
whirling
,
and
then
he
was
gone
.
No
.
There
.
Hood
up
to
hide
the
pink
,
the
suit
exactly
the
right
shade
of
gray
,
mottled
and
stained
as
the
sidewalk
he
stood
on
.
The
eyes
winked
back
the
red
of
a
stoplight
.
And
then
he
was
really
gone
.
Case
closed
his
eyes
,
massaged
them
with
numb
fingers
,
leaning
back
against
peeling
brickwork
.
Ninsei
had
been
a
lot
simpler
.
The
medical
team
Molly
employed
occupied
two
floors
of
an
anonymous
condo
-
rack
near
the
old
hub
of
Baltimore
.
The
building
was
modular
,
like
some
giant
version
of
Cheap
Hotel
,
each
coffin
forty
meters
long
.
Case
met
Molly
as
she
emerged
from
one
that
wore
the
elaborately
worked
logo
of
one
GERALD
CHIN
,
DENTIST
.
She
was
limping
.
'
He
says
if
I
kick
anything
,
it
’
ll
fall
off
.
’
