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They
came
to
a
broad
rectangular
pond
where
carp
nuzzled
the
stems
of
some
white
aquatic
flower
.
She
kicked
a
loose
pebble
in
and
watched
the
ripples
spread
.
'
That
’
s
Wintermute
,
’
she
said
.
'
This
deal
’
s
real
big
,
looks
to
me
.
We
’
re
out
where
the
little
waves
are
too
broad
,
we
can
’
t
see
the
rock
that
hit
the
center
.
We
know
something
’
s
there
,
but
not
why
.
I
wanna
know
why
.
I
want
you
to
go
and
talk
to
Wintermute
.
’
'
I
couldn
’
t
get
near
it
,
’
he
said
.
'
You
’
re
dreaming
.
’
'
Try
.
’
'
Can
’
t
be
done
.
’
'
Ask
the
Flatline
.
’
'
What
do
we
want
out
of
that
Riviera
?
’
he
asked
,
hoping
to
change
the
subject
.
She
spat
into
the
pond
.
'
God
knows
.
I
’
d
as
soon
kill
him
as
look
at
him
.
I
saw
his
profile
.
He
’
s
a
kind
of
compulsive
Judas
.
Can
’
t
get
off
sexually
unless
he
knows
he
’
s
betraying
the
object
of
desire
.
That
’
s
what
the
file
says
.
And
they
have
to
love
him
first
.
Maybe
he
loves
them
,
too
.
That
’
s
why
it
was
easy
for
Terzi
to
set
him
up
for
us
,
because
he
’
s
been
here
three
years
,
shopping
politicals
to
the
secret
police
.
Probably
Terzi
let
him
watch
,
when
the
cattle
prods
came
out
.
He
’
s
done
eighteen
in
three
years
.
All
women
age
twenty
to
twenty
-
five
.
It
kept
Terzi
in
dissidents
.
’
She
thrust
her
hands
into
her
jacket
pockets
.
'
Because
if
he
found
one
he
really
wanted
,
he
’
d
make
sure
she
turned
political
.
He
’
s
got
a
personality
like
a
Modern
’
s
suit
.
The
profile
said
it
was
a
very
rare
type
,
estimated
one
in
a
couple
of
million
.
Which
anyway
says
something
good
about
human
nature
,
I
guess
.
’
She
stared
at
the
white
flowers
and
the
sluggish
fish
,
her
face
sour
.
'
I
think
I
’
m
going
to
have
to
buy
myself
some
special
insurance
on
that
Peter
.
’
Then
she
turned
and
smiled
,
and
it
was
very
cold
.
'
What
’
s
that
mean
?
’
