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'
Because
I
had
to
see
,
’
Molly
said
.
'
And
then
we
would
have
talked
,
you
and
I
?
Like
this
?
’
Her
dark
hair
was
very
straight
,
center
-
parted
,
drawn
back
into
a
knot
of
dull
sterling
.
'
Shall
we
talk
now
?
’
'
Take
this
off
,
’
Molly
said
,
raising
her
captive
hands
.
'
You
killed
my
father
,
’
3Jane
said
,
no
change
whatever
in
her
tone
.
'
I
was
watching
on
the
monitors
.
My
mother
’
s
eyes
,
he
called
them
.
’
'
He
killed
the
puppet
.
It
looked
like
you
.
’
'
He
was
fond
of
broad
gestures
,
’
she
said
,
and
then
Riviera
was
beside
her
,
radiant
with
drugs
,
in
the
seersucker
convict
outfit
he
’
d
worn
in
the
roof
garden
of
their
hotel
.
'
Getting
acquainted
?
She
’
s
an
interesting
girl
,
isn
’
t
she
?
I
thought
so
when
I
first
saw
her
.
’
He
stepped
past
3Jane
.
'
It
isn
’
t
going
to
work
,
you
know
.
’
'
Isn
’
t
it
,
Peter
?
’
Molly
managed
a
grin
.
'
Wintermute
won
’
t
be
the
first
to
have
made
the
same
mistake
.
Underestimating
me
.
’
He
crossed
the
tiled
pool
border
to
a
white
enamel
table
and
splashed
mineral
water
into
a
heavy
crystal
highball
glass
.
'
He
talked
with
me
,
Molly
.
I
suppose
he
talked
to
all
of
us
.
You
,
and
Case
,
whatever
there
is
of
Armitage
to
talk
to
.
He
can
’
t
really
understand
us
,
you
know
.
He
has
his
profiles
,
but
those
are
only
statistics
.
You
may
be
the
statistical
animal
,
darling
,
and
Case
is
nothing
but
,
but
I
possess
a
quality
unquantifiable
by
its
very
nature
.
’
He
drank
.
'
And
what
exactly
is
that
,
Peter
?
’
Molly
asked
,
her
voice
flat
.
