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Chapter 15
Helaythereuntilhishearthadslowed,breathingthesmellofoldmagazines.
`Wintermute,’hesaid.
`Yeah,’saidtheFinn,somewherebehindhim,`yougotit.’
`Fuckoff.’Casesatup,rubbinghiswrists.
`Comeon,’saidtheFinn,steppingoutofasortofalcoveinthewallofjunk.`Thisway’sbetterforyou,man.’HetookhisPartagasfromacoatpocketandlitone.ThesmellofCubantobaccofilledtheshop.`YouwantIshouldcometoyouinthematrixlikeaburningbush?Youaren’tmissinganything,backthere.Anhourhere’llonlytakeyouacoupleofseconds.’
`Youeverthinkmaybeitgetsonmynerves,youcomingonlikepeopleIknow?’Hestood,swattingpaledustfromthefrontofhisblackjeans.Heturned,glaringbackatthedustyshopwindows,thecloseddoortothestreet.`What’soutthere?NewYork?Ordoesitjuststop?’
`Well,’saidtheFinn,`it’slikethattree,youknow?Fallsinthewoodsbutmaybethere’snobodytohearit.’HeshowedCasehishugefrontteeth,andpuffedhiscigarette.`Youcangoforawalk,youwanna.It’sallthere.Oranywayallthepartsofityoueversaw.Thisismemory,right?Itapyou,sortitout,andfeeditbackin.’
`Idon’thavethisgoodamemory,’Casesaid,lookingaround.Helookeddownathishands,turningthemover.Hetriedtorememberwhatthelinesonhispalmswerelike,butcouldn’t.
