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sheep.

I sat in a khaki tactile with my back to the south wall. It was a bit of phobia I had. Wherever there was a
south wall, I had my back to it. It felt right.

The chair quivered a little and started whispering dirt to me in another language. I told it to be quiet or I'd
stuff its chip somewhere unmentionable.

Mei giggled with Mikey a few minutes longer, then drifted out of the bar. This was part of her pattern.
Disappear. Then reenter from another door. It seemed stupid, but it worked. Whenever I asked after
her, most people would say, She's just left. I guess it helped that Hein's patrons were lucky to focus
more than a drink's length in front.

Looking around, half a dozen faces were familiar and half a dozen were more permanent than the tactiles.
A pair of 'goboys lounged behind the bar watching for trouble. I could smell them even without seeing
their badge of dreads and elongated incisors. Their presence spurred my impatience.

Where was Mei?

I had to find some way to prise Jamon Mondo's jaws off me. Or there'd be two more bodies in Tert
Town. His and mine.

"You sure are in a bad mood." Mei sidled alongside, her hair now stuffed into a dirty, pink knitted cap.
Wisps escaped from underneath. It didn't do a lot for her sallow skin.

"Shows, huh? You going to tell me something to improve it?"

She grinned slyly. "What about your room?"

I couldn't understand her attraction to my tiny piece of rented air, but it seemed like a reasonable
payoffтАФif the info was tight.

"Yeah, deal."

We sealed it, Tert Town style. Knuckles only. Crossing palms could get you dead or sick.

She whispered so I had to lean over to hear. "Razz Retribution is dead. Murdered on the Hi-way."

"Razz Retribution? The One-World journalist. So?"

"The cops are looking for a biker and his pillion. But word is that the rider was Cabal CoomeraтАФand the
pillion was some geek he'd picked up as a decoy. The geek is hiding out in The Tert. If you find him
firstтАФbefore the copsтАФhe might know something about the Cabal. Maybe enough to get you in with
them. Then no more work for Mr. Mondo." Her almond eyes gleamed knowingly under Hein's stained
fluoros.

Am I that obvious? Or can she see inside my head?

I soothed my paranoia with logic. That's the other reason why Mei traded info for a living. She could
make those leaps of understanding about people. You didn't have to be a genius to work out I loathed