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Chapter 16
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Thelow,vaultedhallwaywaslinedwithdozensofmuseumcases,archaic-lookingglass-frontedboxesmadeofbrownwood.Theylookedawkwardthere,againsttheorganiccurvesofthehallway’swalls,asthoughthey’dbeenbroughtinandsetupinalineforsomeforgottenpurpose.Dullbrassfixturesheldglobesofwhitelightatten-meterintervals.Thefloorwasuneven,andasshesetoffalongthecorridor,Caserealizedthathundredsofsmallrugsandcarpetshadbeenputdownatrandom.Insomeplaces,theyweresixdeep,thefloorasoftpatchworkofhandwovenwool.
Mollypaidlittleattentiontothecabinetsandtheircontents,whichirritatedhim.Hehadtosatisfyhimselfwithherdisinterestedglances,whichgavehimfragmentsofpotteryantiqueweapons,athingsodenselystuddedwithrustednailsthatitwasunrecognizable,frayedsectionsoftapestry.
`MyJohnny,see,hewassmart,realflashboy.StartedoutasastashonMemoryLane,chipsinhisheadandpeoplepaidtohidedatathere.HadtheYakafterhim,nightImethim,andIdidfortheirassassin.MoreluckthananythingelsebutIdidforhim.Andafterthat,itwastightandsweet,Case.’Herlipsbarelymoved.Hefeltherformthewords,hedidn’tneedtohearthemspokenaloud.`Wehadaset-upwithasquid,sowecouldreadthetracesofeverythinghe’deverstored.Ranitalloutontapeandstartedtwistingselectedclients,ex-clients.Iwasbagman,muscle,watchdog.Iwasrealhappy.Youeverbeenhappy,Case?Hewasmyboy.