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The
alley
was
an
old
place
,
too
old
,
the
walls
cut
from
blocks
of
dark
stone
.
The
pavement
was
uneven
and
smelled
of
a
century
’
s
dripping
gasoline
,
absorbed
by
ancient
limestone
.
'
Can
’
t
see
shit
,
’
he
whispered
to
the
Finn
.
'
That
’
s
okay
for
sweetmeat
,
’
the
Finn
said
.
'
Quiet
,
’
said
Terzibashjian
,
too
loudly
.
Wood
grated
on
stone
or
concrete
.
Ten
meters
down
the
alley
,
a
wedge
of
yellow
light
fell
across
wet
cobbles
,
widened
.
A
figure
stepped
out
and
the
door
grated
shut
again
,
leaving
the
narrow
place
in
darkness
.
Case
shivered
.
'
Now
,
’
Terzibashjian
said
,
and
a
brilliant
beam
of
white
light
,
directed
from
the
rooftop
of
the
building
opposite
the
market
,
pinned
the
slender
figure
beside
the
ancient
wooden
door
in
a
perfect
circle
.
Bright
eyes
darted
left
,
right
,
and
the
man
crumpled
.
Case
thought
someone
had
shot
him
;
he
lay
face
down
,
blond
hair
pale
against
the
old
stone
,
his
limp
hands
white
and
pathetic
.
The
floodlight
never
wavered
.
The
back
of
the
fallen
man
’
s
jacket
heaved
and
burst
,
blood
splashing
the
wall
and
doorway
.
A
pair
of
impossibly
long
,
rope
-
tendoned
arms
flexed
grayish
-
pink
in
the
glare
.
The
thing
seemed
to
pull
itself
up
out
of
the
pavement
,
through
the
inert
,
bloody
ruin
that
had
been
Riviera
.
It
was
two
meters
tall
,
stood
on
two
legs
,
and
seemed
to
be
headless
.
Then
it
swung
slowly
to
face
them
,
and
Case
saw
that
it
had
a
head
,
but
no
neck
.
It
was
eyeless
,
the
skin
gleaming
a
wet
intestinal
pink
.
The
mouth
,
if
it
was
a
mouth
,
was
circular
,
conical
,
shallow
,
and
lined
with
a
seething
growth
of
hairs
or
bristles
,
glittering
like
black
chrome
.
It
kicked
the
rags
of
clothing
and
flesh
aside
and
took
a
step
,
the
mouth
seeming
to
scan
for
them
as
it
moved
.
Terzibashjian
said
something
in
Greek
or
Turkish
and
rushed
the
thing
,
his
arms
spread
like
a
man
attempting
to
dive
through
a
window
.
He
went
through
it
.
Into
the
muzzle
-
flash
of
a
pistol
from
the
dark
beyond
the
circle
of
light
.
Fragments
of
rock
whizzed
past
Case
’
s
head
;
the
Finn
jerked
him
down
into
a
crouch
.
The
light
from
the
rooftop
vanished
,
leaving
him
with
mismatched
afterimages
of
muzzle
-
flash
,
monster
,
and
white
beam
.
His
ears
rang
.
Then
the
light
returned
,
bobbing
now
,
searching
the
shadows
.
Terzibashjian
was
leaning
against
a
steel
door
,
his
face
very
white
in
the
glare
.
He
held
his
left
wrist
and
watched
blood
drip
from
a
wound
in
his
left
hand
.
The
blond
man
,
whole
again
,
unbloodied
,
lay
at
his
feet
.
Molly
stepped
out
of
the
shadows
,
all
in
black
,
with
her
fletcher
in
her
hand
.
