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Chapter 1
She’dmesseditupsomehowwhenshe’dfiddledit,hethought.Beginner.HeknewwheretorentablackboxthatwouldopenanythinginCheapHotel.Fluorescentscameonashecrawledin.
`Closethehatchrealslow,friend.YoustillgotthatSaturdaynightspecialyourentedfromthewaiter?’
Shesatwithherbacktothewall,atthefarendofthecoffin.Shehadherkneesup,restingherwristsonthem;thepepperboxmuzzleofaflechettepistolemergedfromherhands.
`Thatyouinthearcade?’Hepulledthehatchdown.`Where’sLinda?’
`Hitthatlatchswitch.’
Hedid.
`Thatyourgirl?Linda?’
Henodded.
`She’sgone.TookyourHitachi.Realnervouskid.Whataboutthegun,man?’Sheworemirroredglasses.Herclotheswereblack,theheelsofblackbootsdeepinthetemperfoam.
`ItookitbacktoShin,gotmydeposit.SoldhisbulletsbacktohimforhalfwhatIpaid.Youwantthemoney?’
`No.’
`Wantsomedryice?AllIgot,rightnow.’
`Whatgotintoyoutonight?Why’dyoupullthatsceneatthearcade?Ihadtomessupthisrentacopcameaftermewithnunchucks.’
`Lindasaidyouweregonnakillme.’
`Lindasaid?IneversawherbeforeIcameuphere.’
`Youaren’twithWage?’
Sheshookherhead.Herealizedthattheglassesweresurgicallyinset,sealinghersockets.Thesilverlensesseemedtogrowfromsmoothpaleskinabovehercheekbones,framedbydarkhaircutinaroughshag.Thefingerscurledaroundthefletcherwereslender,white,tippedwithpolishedburgundy.Thenailslookedartificial.`Ithinkyouscrewedup,Case
