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Страница: 63 из 156The management had halted play to check the wheel andscan the crowd for remote interference. I used the opportunity.
"Jurgen, I've got a message from your wife."
He jumped. "What? Who are you? How do you know my wife?" He narrowed his eyes, as if to use his new insights to unriddle me. A muscle jerked along his jaw. "That is, if you even do know her."
"Ask not who the panther roars for, slagger, it roars for you."
He pushed back his chair. "All right, all right, not here, for Christ's sake. Let's step outside."
We walked out to a deserted balcony. Overhead the stars glistened like scales on snake. Von Bulow and I stood about four feet apart. I sensed Hamster by my side.
" Geneva wants her trope back, Jurgen."
He snorted. "Let her come and get it."
"She was busy, so she sent me instead." I had the boot concealed in my palm.
Before I could move, I was facing his flashlight, a Krupp pocket model.
"Don't complicate things, Jurgen-" I said, then went for him.
Laserlight lanced past my side, scorching my vest so I could smell burning ripstop. One shot was all he got off before I slapped the boot on his neck.
The neural shunt burrowed under his skin and fastened itself to his spinal cord in a millie. Von Bulow collapsed to the floor.
I turned around. Hamster was twitching with a scorched hole through its tunic over its heart. I went over to the splice and picked it up.
"Not nice, not nice, sir-" it said, then died.
I went back to von Bulow. First I kicked him a half dozen times in the gut and balls. He didn't say anything, because he couldn't feel anything below his neck, and couldn't see what I was doing. Then I slapped an orange sticker on him to show he was booted. I got an autochair from the casino, put him in it, and headed for the train station.
As predicted, the management put up no fuss. I left Hamster for them to dispose of. Geneva would find a surcharge on her bill equal to the splice's original cost.
At the station, I copped a dose of Double-up from a public S amp;M parlor.
The ninety minutes back to Boston was enough to express my displeasure fully to von Bulow.
I was going to have to mention to Geneva to block her ears when she had the boot removed.
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The second-floor nursery window had been left open on a temperate summer day.
That was the fatal invitation.
No antique wire screen protected the opening into the sensate house.
"Jurgen, I've got a message from your wife."
He jumped. "What? Who are you? How do you know my wife?" He narrowed his eyes, as if to use his new insights to unriddle me. A muscle jerked along his jaw. "That is, if you even do know her."
"Ask not who the panther roars for, slagger, it roars for you."
He pushed back his chair. "All right, all right, not here, for Christ's sake. Let's step outside."
We walked out to a deserted balcony. Overhead the stars glistened like scales on snake. Von Bulow and I stood about four feet apart. I sensed Hamster by my side.
" Geneva wants her trope back, Jurgen."
He snorted. "Let her come and get it."
"She was busy, so she sent me instead." I had the boot concealed in my palm.
Before I could move, I was facing his flashlight, a Krupp pocket model.
"Don't complicate things, Jurgen-" I said, then went for him.
Laserlight lanced past my side, scorching my vest so I could smell burning ripstop. One shot was all he got off before I slapped the boot on his neck.
The neural shunt burrowed under his skin and fastened itself to his spinal cord in a millie. Von Bulow collapsed to the floor.
I turned around. Hamster was twitching with a scorched hole through its tunic over its heart. I went over to the splice and picked it up.
"Not nice, not nice, sir-" it said, then died.
I went back to von Bulow. First I kicked him a half dozen times in the gut and balls. He didn't say anything, because he couldn't feel anything below his neck, and couldn't see what I was doing. Then I slapped an orange sticker on him to show he was booted. I got an autochair from the casino, put him in it, and headed for the train station.
As predicted, the management put up no fuss. I left Hamster for them to dispose of. Geneva would find a surcharge on her bill equal to the splice's original cost.
At the station, I copped a dose of Double-up from a public S amp;M parlor.
The ninety minutes back to Boston was enough to express my displeasure fully to von Bulow.
I was going to have to mention to Geneva to block her ears when she had the boot removed.
Blankie
The second-floor nursery window had been left open on a temperate summer day.
That was the fatal invitation.
No antique wire screen protected the opening into the sensate house.