Maybe I believe him, too, maybe I don't, but it doesn't matter, Anita. The man was slumped over the puncher, a decaying finger still tip-flattened against a tabulatorbutton. You want a ride in a car with sirens and lights, so that we can fucking get there before she does something to wreck our case? I liked the 'our case,' and I liked that he asked me along. There was a chance that if I'd tried to get enough blood out of my body to walk even a small circle of power, I'd be finished for the night, too dizzy and too light-headed to do anything else.
I half expected him to jump, but he didn't. You said if I wasn't well enough to drive I could bring a civvie driver. The hurricane had, indeed, precisely, been caused by a great mad bird, as it flapped its immensewings. I looked at him, that serious profile, his eyes searching the traffic, his hands on the wheel at exactly two and ten.
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