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Chapter 12
AllhisnightsdownNinsei,hisnightswithLinda,numbinbedandnumbatthecoldsweatingcenterofeverydrugdeal.Butnowhe’dfoundthiswarmthing,thischipofmurder.Meat,somepartofhimsaid.It’sthemeattalking,ignoreit.
`Gangster.’
Heopenedhiseyes.Cathstoodbesidehiminablackshift,herhairstillwildfromtherideintheHonda.
`Thoughtyouwenthome,’hesaid,andcoveredhisconfusionwithasipofCarlsberg.
`Igothimtodropmeoffatthisshop.Boughtthis.’Sheranherpalmacrossthefabric,curveofthepelvicgirdle.Hesawthebluedermonherwrist.`Likeit?’
`Sure.’Heautomaticallyscannedthefacesaroundthem,thenlookedbackather.`Whatdoyouthinkyou’reupto,honey?’
`Youlikethebetayougotoffus,Lupus?’Shewasveryclosenow,radiatingheatandtension,eyesslittedoverenormouspupilsandatendoninhernecktenseasabowstring.Shewasquivering,vibratinginvisiblywiththefreshbuzz.`Yougetoff?’
`Yeah.Butthecomedown’sabitch.’
`Thenyouneedanotherone.’
`Andwhat’sthatsupposedtoleadto?’
`Igotakey.UpthehillbehindtheParadise,justthecreamiestcrib.Peopledownthewellonbusinesstonight,ifyoufollowme...’
`IfIfollowyou.’
Shetookhishandbetweenhers,herpalmshotanddry.
