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Chapter 2
ShestoodbeneathDeane’smeltingclock,handsonherhips.
`Theguywon’ttalktomeifyou’rethere.DeaneIdon’tgivetwoshitsabout.Hetakescareofhimself.ButIgotpeoplewho’lljustgounderifIwalkoutofChibacold.It’smypeople,youknow?’
Hermouthhardened.Sheshookherhead.
`IgotpeopleinSingapore,TokyoconnectionsinShinjukuandAsakuza,andthey’llgodown,understand?’helied,hishandontheshoulderofherblackjacket.`Five.Fiveminutes.Byyourclock,okay?’
`NotwhatI’mpaidfor.’
`Whatyou’repaidforisonething.Melettingsometightfriendsdiebecauseyou’retooliteralaboutyourinstructionsissomethingelse.’
`Bullshit.Tightfriendsmyass.You’regoingintheretocheckusoutwithyoursmuggler.’Sheputabootedfootuponthedust-coveredKandinskycoffeetable.
`Ah,Case,sport,itdoeslookasthoughyourcompanionthereisdefinitelyarmed,asidefromhavingafairamountofsiliconinherhead.Whatisthisabout,exactly?’Deane’sghostlycoughseemedtohangintheairbetweenthem.
`Holdon,Julie.Anyway,I’llbecominginalone.’
`Youcanbesureofthat,oldson.Wouldn’thaveitanyotherway.’
`Okay,’shesaid.`Go.Butfiveminutes.AnymoreandI’llcomeinandcoolyourtightfriendpermanently.Andwhileyou’reatit,youtrytofiguresomethingout.’
`What’sthat?’
`WhyI’mdoingyouthefavor.’Sheturnedandwalkedout,pastthestackedwhitemodulesofpreservedginger.
`Keepingstrangercompanythanusual,Case?’askedJulie.
