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           `Stopher,’hesaid,`she’llhurtherself.’

           `Ican’tstopher,’theboysaid,hisgrayeyesmildandbeautiful.

           `You’vegotRiviera’seyes,’Casesaid.

           Therewasaflashofwhiteteeth,longpinkgums.`Butnothiscraziness.Becausetheyarebeautifultome.’Heshrugged.`Ineednomasktospeakwithyou.Unlikemybrother.Icreatemyownpersonality.Personalityismymedium.’

           Casetookthemup,asteepclimb,awayfromthebeachandthefrightenedgirl.`Why’dyouthrowheruptome,youlittleprick?Overandfuckingover,andturningmearound.Youkilledher,huh?InChiba.’

           `No,’theboysaid.

           `Wintermute?’

           `No.Isawherdeathcoming.Inthepatternsyousometimesimaginedyoucoulddetectinthedanceofthestreet.Thosepatternsarereal.Iamcomplexenough,inmynarrowways,toreadthosedances.FarbetterthanWintermutecan.Isawherdeathinherneedforyou,inthemagneticcodeofthelockonthedoorofyourcoffininCheapHotel,inJulieDeane’saccountwithaHongkongshirtmaker.Ascleartomeastheshadowofatumortoasurgeonstudyingapatient’sscan.WhenshetookyourHitachitoherboy,totrytoaccessit-shehadnoideawhatitcarried,stilllesshowshemightsellit,andherdeepestwishwasthatyouwouldpursueandpunishher-Iintervened.MymethodsarefarmoresubtlethanWintermute’s.Ibroughtherhere.Intomyself.