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Below them, the great city was alive with snakes of light. He saw the rows of blinking glasshouses near Hurley Square and, beyond, the dazzle of Arcade. The fire galleries sent up their rose glow, staining the edge of the night sky.
    It was a long way down.
    He shifted the camera and gripped the alum-ribbing of the building wall. Wind slicked between the box beams, threatening to pull him from the ledge.
    Lilith crawled into the liquid dark, edging in front of Logan. Keeping his eye on the feminine sway of her dark bottom, he followed.
    When the girl stopped he said, "Talk. Were alone now." He couldn't see her face behind the goggles.
    "First we peep," she said. " Then we talk."
    "Why not now?"
    "If we return to the party without film they'll suspect something. Sharps is not the fool he seems. They'll ask questions we might not want to answer."
    High in the complex, a full half-mile above them, a police paravane ran its pinlight along the ledges.
    "Keep in shadow," said Lilith. "They patrol these landings. We have to be careful."
    Logan knew the game was illegal, and he didn't want the police stopping him. If he got picked up without the Gun he would not be able to prove his identity. They'd have to check him out. If he had the Gun, and revealed himself, the girl would close the door on Sanctuary. Either way, he couldn't afford to be stopped.
    He'd be careful.
    With a cat's litheness, the girl swung, hand over hand, along a guy wire leading to the next ledge. Logan slung the camera over one shoulder and followed.
    Most of the windows they could reach were blacked. Other units were unoccupied.
    Lilith pointed downward "I think something's happening in there," she said.
    The window she'd indicated was closed but not blacked.
    The girl took out a slim wire with an earplug at one end and a walkup on the other. She pressed the cup against the building, the plug in her ear. She smiled.
    "Have a listen," she said, passing the earplug to Logan.
    Through the miniature amplifier he could hear voices husky with love. A man and a woman. Sighs. The rub of skin on skin.
    "Give me the camera," whispered Lilith. "And grab my ankles. I'm going down for a shot."
    Logan braced himself. He clung to the girl's legs as she slipped off the ledge, head first. Lilith dangled in space just in front of the dark window. Below her: a mile-deep emptiness, a stagger of steel and glass and box 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