Видоизмененный углерод

Chapter 39

           ThistimeIsawhimtwentymetresaway,skulkinginanalcovewiththebat-eyedbroadcastunitonhisshoulderlikeafamiliar.Therewereveryfewpeopleonthestreetinanydirection.InoddedtoOrtegawhowasstationedacrossthestreetandwalkedon.Thesales‘casthadnotchanged,thestreetofridiculouslyferociouswomenandthesuddencoolofthebetathanatinehit,butthistimeIwasexpectingitandinanycasetheKhumaloneurachemhadadefinitedampingeffectontheintrusion.Isteppeduptothedealerwithaneagersmile.

           "GotStiff,man."

           "Good,that’swhatI’mlookingfor.Howmuchhaveyougot?"

           Hestartedalittle,expressioncoilingbetweengreedandsuspicion.Hishandslippeddowntowardsthehorrorboxathisbeltjustincase.

           "Howmuchyouwant,man?"

           "Allofit,"Isaidcheerfully."Everythingyou’vegot."

           Hereadme,butbythenitwastoolate.Ihadthelockontwoofhisfingersastheystabbedatthehorrorboxcontrols.

           "Ah-ah."

           Hetookaswipeatmewiththeotherarm.Ibrokethefingers.Hehowledandcollapsedaroundthepain.Ilackedhiminthestomachandtookthehorrorboxawayfromhim.Behindme,Ortegaarrivedandflashedherbadgeinhissweat-beadedface.

           "BayCitypolice,"shesaidlaconically."You’rebusted.Let’sseewhatyou’vegot,shallwe.

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