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Chapter 3
Bigones.Nearairports,ifhecanmanageit.Let’sgodowntothestreet.’She’dzippedherselfintoanoldsurplusvestwithadozenoddlyshapedpocketsandputonahugepairofblackplasticsunglassesthatcompletelycoveredhermirroredinsets.
`Youknowaboutthattoxinshit,before?’heaskedher,bythefountain.Sheshookherhead.`Youthinkit’strue?’
`Maybe,maybenot.Workseitherway.’
`YouknowanywayIcanfindout?’
`No,’shesaid,herrighthandcominguptoformthejiveforsilence.`Thatkindofkink’stoosubtletoshowuponascan.’Thenherfingersmovedagain:wait.`Andyoudon’tcarethatmuchanyway.IsawyoustrokingthatSendai;man,itwaspornographic.’Shelaughed.
`Sowhat’shegotonyou?How’shegottheworkinggirlkinked?’
`Professionalpride,baby,that’sall.’Andagainthesignforsilence.`We’regonnagetsomebreakfast,okay?Eggs,realbacon.Probablykillyou,youbeeneatingthatrebuiltChibakrillforsolong.Yeah,comeon,we’lltubeintoManhattanandgetusarealbreakfast.’
LifelessneonspelledoutMETROHOLOGRAFIXindustycapitalsofglasstubing.Casepickedatashredofbaconthathadlodgedbetweenhisfrontteeth.He’dgivenupaskingherwheretheyweregoingandwhy;jabsintheribsandthesignforsilencewereallhe’dgotteninreply.
