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           Theentrancetotheelevatorhadbeenconcealedbesidethestairstothecorridor,anothertouchin3Jane’spiratecavedecor.

           `Idon’tsupposeIshouldtellyouthis,’3Janesaid,craningherheadtoallowherchintoclearthemuzzleofthegun,`butIdon’thaveakeytotheroomyouwant.Ineverhavehadone.Oneofmyfather’sVictorianawkwardnesses.Thelockismechanicalandextremelycomplex.’

           `Chubblock,’Mollysaid,hervoicemuffledbyMaelcum’sshoulder,`andwegotthefuckingkey,nofear.’

           `Thatchipofyoursstillworking?’Caseaskedher.

           `It’seighttwenty-five,PM,GreenwichfuckingMean,’shesaid.

           `Wegotfiveminutes,’Casesaid,asthedoorsnappedopenbehind3Jane.Sheflippedbackwardinaslowsomersault,thepalefoldsofherdjellababillowingaroundherthighs.

           Theywereattheaxis,thecoreofVillaStraylight.