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Chapter 1
Ishowedupandyoujustfitmerightintoyourrealitypicture.’
`Sowhatdoyouwant,lady?’Hesaggedbackagainstthehatch.
`You.Onelivebody,brainsstillsomewhatintact.Molly,Case.Myname’sMolly.I’mcollectingyouforthemanIworkfor.Justwantstotalk;isall.Nobodywantstohurtyou.’
`That’sgood.’
`’CeptIdohurtpeoplesometimes,Case.Iguessit’sjustthewayI’mwired.’Sheworetightblackgloveleatherjeansandabulkyblackjacketcutfromsomemattefabricthatseemedtoabsorblight.`IfIputthisdartgunaway,willyoubeeasy,Case?Youlooklikeyouliketotakestupidchances.’
`Hey,I’mveryeasy.I’mapushover,noproblem.’
`That’sfine,man.’Thefletchervanishedintotheblackjacket.`Becauseyoutrytofuckaroundwithme,you’llbetakingoneofthestupidestchancesofyourwholelife.’
Sheheldoutherhands,palmsup,thewhitefingersslightlyspread,andwithabarelyaudibleclick,tendouble-edged,fourcentimeterscalpelbladesslidfromtheirhousingsbeneaththeburgundynails.
Shesmiled.Thebladesslowlywithdrew.
