Видоизмененный углерод

Prologue

           Thefingertipsscrapedovertheroughnessoftornboneinthewound,andIfeltsomethingmembranousthrobagainstoneofthem.Thebullethadmissedmyheart.Igrantedandattemptedtorise,butthegruntturnedintoacoughandItastedbloodonmytongue.

           "Don’tyoumove,motherfucker."

           Theyellcameoutofayoungthroat,badlydistortedwithshock.Ihunchedforwardovermywoundandlookedbackovermyshoulder.Behindmeinthedoorway,ayoungmaninapoliceuniformhadbothhandsclaspedaroundthepistolhehadjustshotmewith.Hewastremblingvisibly.Icoughedagainandturnedbacktothetable.

           TheSmith&Wessonwasateyelevel,gleamingsilver,stillwhereIhadleftitlessthantwominutesbefore.Perhapsitwasthat,thescantshavingsoftimethathadbeenplanedoffsinceSarahwasaliveandallwaswell,thatdroveme.LessthantwominutesagoIcouldhavepickedupthegun,I’deventhoughtaboutit,sowhynotnow.Igrittedmyteeth,pressedmyfingersharderintotheholeinmychestandstaggeredupright.Bloodspatteredwarmlyagainstthebackofmythroat.Ibracedmyselfontheedgeofthetablewithmyfreehandandlookedbackatthecop.Icouldfeelmylipspeelingbackfromtheclenchedteethinsomethingthatwasmoreagrinthanagrimace.

           "Don’tmakemedoit,Kovacs."

           Igotmyselfastepclosertothetableandleanedagainstitwithmythighs,breathwhistlingthroughmyteethandbubblinginmythroat.TheSmith&Wessongleamedlikefool’sgoldonthescarredwood

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