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Chapter 7
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ArmitagewaswaitingintheirroomattheHilton.
`Timetopack,’hesaid,andCasetriedtofindthemancalledCortobehindthepaleblueeyesandthetannedmask.HethoughtofWage,backinChiba.Operatorsaboveacertainleveltendedtosubmergetheirpersonalities,heknew.ButWagehadhadvices,lovers.Even,ithadbeenrumored,children.TheblanknesshefoundinArmitagewassomethingelse.
`Wheretonow?’heasked,walkingpastthemantostaredownintothestreet.`Whatkindofclimate?’
`Theydon’thaveclimate,justweather,’Armitagesaid.`Here.Readthebrochure.’Heputsomethingonthecoffeetableandstood.
`DidRivieracheckoutokay?Where’stheFinn?’
`Riviera’sfine.TheFinnisonhiswayhome.’Armitagesmiled,asmilethatmeantasmuchasthetwitchofsomeinsect’santenna.HisgoldbraceletclinkedashereachedouttoprodCaseinthechest.`Don’tgettoosmart.Thoselittlesacsarestartingtoshowwear,butyoudon’tknowhowmuch.’
Casekepthisfaceverystillandforcedhimselftonod.
WhenArmitagewasgone,hepickeduponeofthebrochures.Itwasexpensivelyprinted,inFrench,English,andTurkish.
FREESIDE-WHYWAIT?
ThefourofthemwerebookedonaTHYflightoutofYesilkyairport.TransferatParistotheJALshuttle.
