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Lilith dangled in space just in front of the dark window. Below her: a mile-deep emptiness, a stagger of steel and glass and boa beam units.
    Logan leaned back, feet gripping the stone, feeling his leg muscles protest. The camera whirred. "Up!"
    the girl whispered.
    He pulled her back to the ledge. "How did you know I could hang on to you?"
    "I didn't," she said. "That's part of the lift."
    Did she really know anything about Sanctuary? Or was she simply some danger-sick female out for thrills? Logan didn't know. Yet.
    A pinlight raked the building. Police!
    They melted into shadow. The patrol paravane ghosted past them and continued on its way.
    "You're doing fine," the girl said.
    "Can't we talk now?"
    She laughed—and crawled off with Logan behind her.
    They climbed upward, along ridged metal, their suction stretchsoles aiding the ascent. On the roof Lilith said, "Jump!"
    She leaped into space, cleared a gap between units, and landed in a garden patio. He made the jump, almost losing his balance.
    The patio was deserted.
    On the adjoining level, however, the girl found fresh prey. "You take them this time," she said to Logan.
    He aimed the camera, fingered it into whirring motion.
    "Good," said the girl. "That's prime peeping. Now we—"
    "Now we talk—or I pitch you over this ledge. I've had enough of your nonsense."
     
    "You'd really do it, wouldn't you?" Her voice held excitement.
    "I really would."
    "All right…what do you know about Sanctuary?"
    "I know it's where I want to go."
    "Where did you get my key?" She watched him carefully.
    His lips felt loose. He giggled foolishly. "From…from the same place all runners get theirs."
    He giggled again. What was happening to him? The hard aluminum ledge rippled, fell away. He was floating out in space with the wind crying around him.
    "Answer the question!" the girl's voice whispered intensely at his ear.
    Logan found himself singing: "Angerman was…filled with fury, He the judge and he the jury…
    Logan babbled happily. He was poised in air, looking down at himself sprawled on the ledge. He watched Lilith cuff him across the mouth. He watched her grab his hair and bend his head back.
    "The key—where did you get the key?"
    "Man named 10, named 10, named 10…named Doyle 10."
    Logan's neck ached.
    "Angerman, pursuing faster," he sang. "Ang—Angerman, the angry master."
    He stood up rigidly, with the girl clinging to him. The world was no longer dark; it was filled with blazing orange music which stabbed his eyes.
    "Did you kill Doyle?"
    The orange music stroked him. "Cubs…,cubs killed him."
    Logan stepped off the ledge. Instinctively he reached out; his clawing fingers found a grip. His head was clearing as he kicked at air. His right foot lodged on a metal projection and slowly, inch by inch, he drew himself back onto the ledge.
    He lay, stomach down, gasping for breath. The girl. She'd drugged his Scotch. With Truthtell. Had he
    told her too much?
    "What now?" he asked.
    "Go see Doc," she said sweetly. "He's your neat contact."
    "Doc who?"
    "In Arcade. Look for The New You. That's his place."
    Logan nodded.
    "Now we go back to Sharps and turn in our peeps. Some lift, eh?"
    "Sure," said Logan. "Some lift."
    He left the belt at the Beverly overpass and began threading his way through Arcade.
    The immense pleasure center formed a never-ending human logjam. Arcade had not closed its doors to funseekers for over fifty years. The place was a vast crazy quilt of hallucimills, Re-Live parlors and fire galleries.
    Signs screamed and moaned in smoky colors: RE-LIVE THAT FIRST EMBRACE! (A gaudy Tri-Dim on a ribbed platform depicting two nude youngsters in a torrid tangle.) RE-LIVE THOSE PRECIOUS
    MOMENTSI (A wild-eyed boy riding a flamed devilstick through a mock sky.) RE-LIVE! RE-LIVEI RE-LIYEI
    Noise gonged; a thousand odors mingled; hawkers cried their wares. Here night was day and day was night
    "Wanta good time, citizen?" A man with one arm and a fog voice beckoned him