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"You know if you weren't such a smartтАФ" I began. "What's that?"

I stepped across the room and draped myself over his workbench to eyeball a gleaming spear.

"Special order, little thing. Ne touchez pas."

I could barely breathe with envy at its sleek-lined sophistication.

Minoj raised a slicked, knowing eyebrow. "But what would you be needing?"
Ignoring him, I caressed its texture. "How much for this beauty?"

"More than your simple lifetime could afford. The latest in explosive tips." He sucked on his teeth, giving
a weirdly excited whistle.

"It's for the Cabal Coomera, isn't it?" I said flatly.

"My perfect lips are sealed."

"Your perfect lips are as rotten as your teeth, Minoj."

"Ha, ha, Parrish." Minoj laughed like his gumsтАФflappy and raw.

The ritual over, our banter shifted to serious haggling. I left with an ugly snub-nosed pistol and an upgrade
for my hacker's "dream" pack. Bodyguards had to stay wired to the tek thing as well.

Cruising back along the same route, I lingered at Pharmaceuticals and PleasureтАФP&PтАФchecking out
the latest erotic prolong syrups and sprays. The vendor offered me a free trial out the back, and I laughed
in his lascivious face.

It was about then that I sniffed the tail.

It smelt of Jamon's boys. The 'goboys lived in a converted barracks arrangement like the old-styled
armies, out the back of Torley's. The scent splintered through my brain like a migraine. Semen on
ferrocrete. The 'goboy was imitating a punter by gawking at a nearby porn booth.

Jamon was having me followed again!

Gripped by panic, I ran, not stopping until I hit the tollbooths on the Pomme. Then I slung inside the first
train headed north.



I didn't have much time to mull over why Jamon had a tail on me because Mei was waiting outside my
room when I got back.

The suit itched and the cobweb of my string bit like second-rate bondage. I hauled Mei inside with me
and sat her on my bed while I stripped, shoved my whole suit into the dry clean, and stepped into the san
unit. By the time I'd cleaned up the outfit would be ready to go.

Aah, modern conveniences!