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Chapter 11
`JesusChrist,’shesaid,cuffingthesideofhisheadassherose.`You’reanidiottotrythat.Howthehellyouopenthoselocks,Case?Case?Youokay?’Sheleanedoverhim.
`Chip,’hesaid,strugglingforbreath.Painwasspreadingfromhischest.Shehelpedhimupandshovedhimintothecubicle.
`Youbribethehelp,upstairs?’
Heshookhisheadandfellacrossthebed.
`Breathein.Count.One,two,three,four.Holdit.Nowout.Count.’
Heclutchedhisstomach.
`Youkickedme,’hemanaged.
`Shouldabeenlower.Iwannabealone.I’mmeditating,right?’Shesatbesidehim.`Andgettingabriefing.’Shepointedatasmallmonitorsetintothewalloppositethebed.`Wintermute’stellingmeaboutStraylight.’
`Where’sthemeatpuppet?’
`Thereisn’tany.That’sthemostexpensivespecialserviceofall.’Shestoodup.Sheworeherleatherjeansandaloosedarkshirt.`Therun’stomorrow,Wintermutesays.’
`Whatwasthatallabout,intherestaurant?Howcomeyouran?’
`’Cause,ifI’dstayed,ImighthavekilledRiviera.’
`Why?’
`Whathedidtome.Theshow.’
`Idon’tgetit.’
`Thiscostalot,’shesaid,extendingherrighthandasthoughitheldaninvisiblefruit.Thefivebladesslidout,thenretractedsmoothly.
