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Chapter 7
Costafortuneanyway.TherealsmartonesareassmartastheTuringheatiswillingtolet’emget.’
`Look,you’reacowboy.Howcomeyouaren’tjustflatoutfascinatedwiththosethings?’
`Well,’hesaid,`forstarts,they’rerare.Mostofthemaremilitary,thebrightones,andwecan’tcracktheice.That’swhereiceallcomesfrom,youknow?Andthenthere’stheTuringcops,andthat’sbadheat.’Helookedather.`Idunno,itjustisn’tpartofthetrip.’
`Jockeysallthesame,’shesaid.`Noimagination.’
Theycametoabroadrectangularpondwherecarpnuzzledthestemsofsomewhiteaquaticflower.Shekickedaloosepebbleinandwatchedtheripplesspread.
`That’sWintermute,’shesaid.`Thisdeal’srealbig,lookstome.We’reoutwherethelittlewavesaretoobroad,wecan’tseetherockthathitthecenter.Weknowsomething’sthere,butnotwhy.Iwannaknowwhy.IwantyoutogoandtalktoWintermute.’
`Icouldn’tgetnearit,’hesaid.`You’redreaming.’
`Try.’
`Can’tbedone.’
`AsktheFlatline.’
`WhatdowewantoutofthatRiviera?’heasked,hopingtochangethesubject.
Shespatintothepond.`Godknows.I’dassoonkillhimaslookathim.Isawhisprofile.He’sakindofcompulsiveJudas.Can’tgetoffsexuallyunlessheknowshe’sbetrayingtheobjectofdesire.
