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"
I
don
’
t
know
you
,
"
I
said
cautiously
,
turning
my
head
a
couple
of
millimetres
.
The
gun
jabbed
and
I
stopped
.
"
That
’
s
right
,
you
don
’
t
.
Now
,
here
’
s
what
’
s
going
to
happen
.
We
’
re
going
to
walk
outside
—
"
Credit
access
will
cease
in
thirty
seconds
,
"
said
the
hotel
patiently
.
"
Please
key
in
your
DNA
signature
now
.
"
"
Mr
.
Kovacs
won
’
t
be
needing
his
reservation
,
"
said
the
man
behind
me
,
putting
a
hand
on
my
shoulder
.
"
Come
on
,
Kovacs
,
we
’
re
going
for
a
ride
.
"
"
I
cannot
assume
host
prerogatives
without
payment
,
"
said
the
woman
on
the
screen
.
Something
in
the
tone
of
that
phrase
stopped
me
as
I
was
turning
,
and
on
impulse
I
forced
out
a
sudden
,
racking
cough
.
"
What
—
"
Bending
forward
with
the
force
of
the
cough
,
I
raised
a
hand
to
my
mouth
and
licked
my
thumb
.
"
The
fuck
are
you
playing
at
,
Kovacs
?
"
I
straightened
again
and
snapped
my
hand
out
to
the
keypad
beside
the
screen
.
Traces
of
fresh
spittle
smeared
over
the
matt
black
receiver
.
A
split
second
later
a
calloused
palm
edge
cracked
into
the
left
side
of
my
skull
and
I
collapsed
to
my
hands
and
knees
on
the
floor
.
A
boot
lashed
into
my
face
and
I
went
the
rest
of
the
way
down
.
