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Chapter 7
`What’sthatyousaidbefore,Jersey,aboutthisRivierabeingwired?’
`Amixtureofcocaineandmeperidine,yes.’TheArmenianwentbacktotheconversationhewashavingwiththeSanyo.
`Demeroltheyusedtocallthat,’saidtheFinn.`He’saspeedballartist.Funnyclassofpeopleyou’remixingwith,Case.’
`Nevermind,’Casesaid,turningupthecollarofhisjacket,`we’llgetthepoorfuckeranewpancreasorsomething.’
Oncetheyenteredthebazaar,theFinnbrightenednoticeably,asthoughhewerecomfortedbythecrowddensityandthesenseofenclosure.TheywalkedwiththeArmenianalongabroadconcourse,beneathsoot-stainedsheetsofplasticandgreen-paintedironworkoutoftheageofsteam.Athousandsuspendedadswrithedandflickered.
`Hey,Christ,’theFinnsaid,takingCase’sarm,`lookathat.’Hepointed.`It’sahorse,man.Youeverseeahorse?’
Caseglancedattheembalmedanimalandshookhishead.Itwasdisplayedonasortofpedestal,neartheentrancetoaplacethatsoldbirdsandmonkeys.Thething’slegshadbeenwornblackandhairlessbydecadesofpassinghands.`SawoneinMarylandonce,’theFinnsaid,`andthatwasagoodthreeyearsafterthepandemic.There’sArabsstilltryingtocode’emupfromtheDNA,buttheyalwayscroak.’
Theanimal’sbrownglasseyesseemedtofollowthemastheypassed.
