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           `SoIguessIgavetheSenatorwhathereallywanted,youknow?’Theshakingstopped.Shereleasedthefoamandranherfingersbackthroughherdarkhair.`Thehouseputacontractoutonme.Ihadtohideforawhile.’

           Casestaredather.

           `SoRivierahitanervelastnight,’shesaid.`Iguessitwantsmetohatehimrealbad,soI’llbepsycheduptogointhereafterhim.’

           `Afterhim?’

           `He’salreadythere.Straylight.OntheinvitationofLady3Jane,allthatdedicationshit.Shewasthereinaprivatebox,kinda...’

           Caserememberedthefacehe’dseen.`Yougonnakillhim?’

           Shesmiled.Cold.`He’sgoingtodie,yeah.Soon.’

           `Ihadavisittoo,’hesaid,andtoldheraboutthewindow,stumblingoverwhattheZone-figurehadsaidaboutLinda.Shenodded.

           `Maybeitwantsyoutohatesomethingtoo.’

           `MaybeIhateit.’

           `Maybeyouhateyourself,Case.’

           `Howwasit?’Bruceasked,asCaseclimbedintotheHonda.

           `Tryitsometime,’hesaid,rubbinghiseyes.

           `Justcan’tseeyouthekindaguygoesforthepuppets,’Cathsaidunhappily,thumbingafreshdermagainstherwrist.

           `Canwegohome,now?’Bruceasked.

           `Sure.DropmedownJulesVerne,wherethebarsare.’