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           `Look,Case,youtellmewhatthefuckisgoingonwithyou,youwigorsomething?What’sthisshitI’mtryingtokillyou?’Wageturnedtotheboyonhisleft.`YoutwogobacktotheNamban.Waitforme.’

           Casewatchedastheycrossedthebar,whichwasnowentirelydesertedexceptforKurtandadrunkensailorinkhakis,whowascurledatthefootofabarstool.ThebarreloftheSmith&Wessontrackedthetwotothedoor,thenswungbacktocoverWage.ThemagazineofCase’spistolclatteredonthetable.Ratzheldtheguninhisclawandpumpedtheroundoutofthechamber.

           `WhotoldyouIwasgoingtohityou,Case?’Wageasked.

           Linda.

           `Whotoldyou,man?Somebodytryingtosetyouup?’

           Thesailormoanedandvomitedexplosively.

           `Gethimoutofhere,’RatzcalledtoKurt,whowassittingontheedgeofthebarnow,theSmith&Wessonacrosshislap,lightingacigarette.

           Casefelttheweightofthenightcomedownonhimlikeabagofwetsandsettlingbehindhiseyes.HetooktheflaskoutofhispocketandhandedittoWage.`AllIgot.Pituitaries.Getyoufivehundredifyoumoveitfast.HadtherestofmyrollinsomeRAM,butthat’sgonebynow.’

           `Youokay,Case?’Theflaskhadalreadyvanishedbehindagunmetallapel.`Imean,fine,this’llsquareus,butyoulookbad.Likehammeredshit.Youbettergosomewhereandsleep.’

           `Yeah.’HestoodupandfelttheChatswayaroundhim.`Well,Ihadthisfifty,butIgaveittosomebody.’Hegiggled.Hepickedupthe.