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Chapter 11
TheFlatline’sringingbellsalloverFreeside.Ididn’tthinkyou’ddothat,man.It’soutsidetheprofile.’
`SotellmewheresheisandI’llcallhimoff.’
Zoneshookhishead.
`Youcan’tkeeptoogoodtrackofyourwomen,canyou,Case.Keeplosin’’em,onewayoranother.’
`I’llbringthisthingdownaroundyourears,’Casesaid.
`No.Youaren’tthatkind,man.Iknowthat.Youknowsomething,Case?Ifigureyou’vegotitfiguredoutthatitwasmetoldDeanetooffthatlittlecuntofyoursinChiba.’
`Don’t,’Casesaid,takinganinvoluntarysteptowardthewindow.
`ButIdidn’t.What’sitmatter,though?HowmuchdoesitreallymattertoMr.Case?Quitkiddingyourself.IknowyourLinda,man.IknowalltheLindas.Lindasareagenericproductinmylineofwork.Knowwhyshedecidedtoripyouoff?Love.Soyou’dgiveashit.Love?Wannatalklove?Shelovedyou.Iknowthat.Forthelittleshewasworth,shelovedyou.Youcouldn’thandleit.She’sdead.’
Case’sfistglancedofftheglass.
`Don’tfuckupthehands,man.Soonyoupunchdeck.’
Zonevanished,replacedbyFreesidenightandthelightsofthecondos.TheBraunshutoff.
Fromthebed,thephonebleatedsteadily.
`Case?’TheFlatlinewaswaiting.`Whereyoubeen?Igotit,butitisn’tmuch.
