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Chapter 2
`Julie,she’sgone.Youwannaletmein?Please,Julie?’
Theboltsworked.`Slowly,Case,’saidthevoice.
`Turnontheworks,Julie,allthestuffinthedesk,’Casesaid,takinghisplaceintheswivelchair.
`It’sonallthetime,’Deanesaidmildly,takingagunfrombehindtheexposedworksofhisoldmechanicaltypewriterandaimingitcarefullyatCase.Itwasabellygun,amagnumrevolverwiththebarrelsawndowntoanub.Thefrontofthetriggerguardhadbeencutawayandthegripswrappedwithwhatlookedlikeoldmaskingtape.CasethoughtitlookedverystrangeinDean’smanicuredpinkhands.`Justtakingcare,youunderstand.Nothingpersonal.Nowtellmewhatyouwant.’
`Ineedahistorylesson,Julie.Andago-toonsomebody.’
`What’smoving,oldson?’Deane’sshirtwascandy-stripedcotton,thecollarwhiteandrigid,likeporcelain.
`Me,Julie.I’mleaving.Gone.Butdomethefavor,okay?’
`Go-toonwhom,oldson?’
`GaijinnameofArmitage,suiteintheHilton.’
Deaneputthepistoldown.`Sitstill,Case.’Hetappedsomethingoutonalapterminal.`Itseemsasthoughyouknowasmuchasmynetdoes,Case.ThisgentlemanseemstohaveatemporaryarrangementwiththeYakuza,andthesonsoftheneonchrysanthemumhavewaysofscreeningtheiralliesfromthelikesofme.Iwouldn’thaveitanyotherway.Now,history.Yousaidhistory.’Hepickedupthegunagain,butdidn’tpointitdirectlyatCase.`Whatsortofhistory?’
`Thewar.’
