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I
got
out
of
bed
and
headed
for
the
bathroom
.
"
Yes
.
Coffee
with
milk
,
white
meat
,
well
-
cooked
,
and
fruit
juice
of
some
kind
.
You
can
send
Prescott
up
.
"
By
the
time
the
door
chimed
at
me
,
I
was
out
of
the
shower
and
padding
around
in
an
iridescent
blue
bathrobe
trimmed
with
gold
braid
.
I
collected
my
breakfast
from
the
service
hatch
and
balanced
the
tray
on
one
hand
while
I
opened
the
door
.
Oumou
Prescott
was
a
tall
,
impressive
-
looking
African
woman
,
topping
my
sleeve
by
a
couple
of
centimetres
,
her
hair
braided
back
with
dozens
of
oval
glass
beads
in
seven
or
eight
of
my
favourite
colours
and
her
cheekbones
lined
with
some
sort
of
abstract
tattooing
.
She
stood
on
the
threshold
in
a
pale
grey
suit
and
a
long
black
coat
turned
up
at
the
collar
,
and
looked
at
me
doubtfully
.
"
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
"
"
Yes
,
come
in
.
Would
you
like
some
breakfast
?
"
I
laid
the
tray
on
the
unmade
bed
.
"
No
,
thank
you
.
Mr
.
Kovacs
,
I
am
Laurens
Bancroft
’
s
principal
legal
representative
via
the
firm
of
Prescott
,
Forbes
and
Hernandez
.
Mr
.
Bancroft
informed
me
—
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
.
"
I
picked
up
a
piece
of
grilled
chicken
from
the
tray
.
"
The
point
is
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
,
we
have
an
appointment
with
Dennis
Nyman
at
PsychaSec
in
…
"
Her
eyes
flicked
briefly
upward
to
consult
a
retinal
watch
.
"
Thirty
minutes
.
"
"
I
see
,
"
I
said
,
chewing
slowly
.
"
I
didn
’
t
know
that
.
"
