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           ..Orsomewhereinthethousandhoursofmymother’sdiaries.ButIthinkthatPeterhasapoint,inurgingmenottosurrenderit.TherewouldbeTuringtocontendwith,ifIreadallthiscorrectly,andghostsarenothingifnotcapricious.’

           Casejackedout.

           `Strangelittlecustomer,huh?’TheFinngrinnedatCasefromtheoldSony.

           Caseshrugged.HesawMaelcumcomingbackalongthecorridorwiththeRemingtonathisside.TheZionitewassmiling,hisheadbobbingtoarhythmCasecouldn’thear.Apairofthinyellowleadsranfromhisearstoasidepocketinhissleevelessjacket.

           `Dub,mon,’Maelcumsaid.

           `You’refuckingcrazy,’Casetoldhim.

           `Hearokay,mon.Righteousdub.’

           `Hey,guys,’theFinnsaid,`onyourtoes.Herecomesyourtransportation.Ican’tfinessemanynumbersassmoothasthepicof8Jeanthatconnedyourdoorman,butIcangetyouarideoverto3Jane’splace.’

           Casewaspullingtheadaptorfromitssocketwhentheriderlessservicecartswiveledintosight,underthegracelessconcretearchmarkingthefarendoftheircorridor.ItmighthavebeentheonehisAfricanshadridden,butifitwas,theyweregonenow.Justbehindthebackofthelowpaddedseat,itstinymanipulatorsgrippingtheupholstery,thelittleBraunwassteadilywinkingitsredLED.

           `Bustocatch,’CasesaidtoMaelcum.