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and the one loose
     cartridge and dropped them intoone pocket, then put the pistol in the other. “I gotta see Shin, get my deposit back.”
    “Go home,” said Ratz, shifting on the creaking chair with something like embarrassment.
     “Artiste. Go home.”
    He felt them watching as he crossed the room and shouldered his way past the plastic
     doors.
    “B ITCH ,” HE SAID to the rose tint over Shiga. Down on Ninsei the holograms were vanishing like ghosts,
     and most of the neon was already cold and dead. He sipped thick black coffee from
     a street vendor’s foam thimble and watched the sun come up. “You fly away, honey.
     Towns like this are for people who like the way down.” But that wasn’t it, really,
     and he was finding it increasingly hard to maintain the sense of betrayal. She just
     wanted a ticket home, and the RAM in his Hitachi would buy it for her, if she could
     find the right fence. And that business with the fifty; she’d almost turned it down,
     knowing she was about to rip him for the rest of what he had.
    When he climbed out of the elevator, the same boy was on the desk. Different textbook.
     “Good buddy,” Case called across the plastic turf, “you don’t need to tell me. I know
     already. Pretty lady came to visit, said she had my key. Nice little tip for you,
     say fifty New ones?” The boy put down his book. “Woman,” Case said, and drew a line
     across his forehead with his thumb. “Silk.” He smiled broadly. The boy smiled back,
     nodded. “Thanks, asshole,” Case said.
    On the catwalk, he had trouble with the lock. She’d messed it up somehow when she’d
     fiddled it, he thought. Beginner. He knew where to rent a blackbox that would open
     anything in Cheap Hotel. Fluorescents came on as he crawled in.
    “Close the hatch real slow, friend. You still got that Saturday night special you
     rented from the waiter?”
    She sat with her back to the wall, at the far end of the coffin. She had her knees
     up, resting her wrists on them; the pepperbox muzzle of a flechette pistol emerged
     from her hands.
    “That you in the arcade?” He pulled the hatch down. “Where’s Linda?”
    “Hit that latch switch.”
    He did.
    “That your girl? Linda?”
    He nodded.
    “She’s gone. Took your Hitachi. Real nervous kid. What about the gun, man?” She wore
     mirrored glasses. Her clothes were black, the heels of black boots deep in the temperfoam.
    “I took it back to Shin, got my deposit. Sold his bullets back to him for half what
     I paid. You want the money?”
    “No.”
    “Want some dry ice? All I got, right now.”
    “What got into you tonight? Why’d you pull that scene at the arcade? I had to mess
     up this rentacop came after me with nunchucks.”
    “Linda said you were gonna kill me.”
    “Linda said? I never saw her before I came up here.”
    “You aren’t with Wage?”
    She shook her head. He realized that the glasses were surgically inset, sealing her
     sockets. The silver lenses seemed to grow from smooth pale skin above her cheekbones,
     framed by dark hair cut in a rough shag. The fingers curled around the fletcher were
     slender, white, tipped with polished burgundy. The nails looked artificial. “I think
     you screwed up, Case. I showed up and you just fit me right into your reality picture.”
    “So what do you want, lady?” He sagged back against the hatch.
    “You. One live body, brains still somewhat intact. Molly, Case. My name’s Molly. I’m
     collecting you for the man I work for. Just wants to talk, is all. Nobody wants to
     hurt you.”
    “That’s good.”
    “ ’Cept I do hurt people sometimes, Case. I guess it’s just the way I’m wired.” She
     wore tight black gloveleather jeans and a bulky black jacket cut from some matte fabric
     that seemed to absorb light. “If I put this dartgun away, will you be easy, Case?
     You look like you like to take stupid chances.”
    “Hey, I’m very easy. I’m a pushover, no