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           WewillerasePauley’sconstructwithapulseweapon.’

           `Sense/Net’llbepissed,’Casesaid,thinking:andalltheevidenceintheHosaka.

           `Theyareinsomedifficultyalready,forhavingownedsuchathing.’

           Casepulledtheshirtoverhishead.Hesawtheshurikenonthebed,lifelessmetal,hisstar.Hefeltfortheanger.Itwasgone.Timetogivein,torollwithit...Hethoughtofthetoxinsacs.`Herecomesthemeat,’hemuttered.

           Intheelevatortothemeadow,hethoughtofMolly.ShemightalreadybeinStraylight.HuntingRiviera.Hunted,probably,byHideo,whowasalmostcertainlytheninjacloneoftheFinn’sstory,theonewho’dcometoretrievethetalkinghead.

           Herestedhisforeheadagainstthematteblackplasticofawallpanelandclosedhiseyes.Hislimbswerewood,old,warpedandheavywithrain.

           Lunchwasbeingservedbeneaththetrees,underthebrightumbrellas.RolandandMichlefellintocharacter,chatteringbrightlyinFrench.Pierrecamebehind.Michlekeptthemuzzleofherpistolclosetohisribs,concealingthegunwithawhiteduckjacketshedrapedoverherarm.

           Crossingthemeadow,weavingbetweenthetablesandthetrees,hewonderedifshewouldshoothimifhecollapsednow.Blackfurboiledatthebordersofhisvision.HeglancedupatthehotwhitebandoftheLado-Achesonarmatureandsawagiantbutterflybankinggracefullyagainstrecordedsky.