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The honor of your presence is requested at the vivisection of your sister. Black heart optional.

He smiled at me, the irritating, superior kind of smile that I would love to try sometime when I wasn't in disguise. "You didn't read your history, did you?" he said. "I don't think this chapter was assigned. What are you talking about?

I smiled at her, my most comforting, challenging, I'm-not-really-a-shark smile.

Have you ever been to this museum?" "No," she said, drawing the word out into three contemptuous syllables as only a ten-year-old girl can.

What's Hemingway?" Astor said. I watched the crowd of look-alikes milling around on the sidewalk, jostling each other and slurping beer. "A man who grew a beard and drank a lot," I said.

Because I am an inhuman monster, I tend to be logical, and I had thought that her new assignment would end her martyrdom as Our Lady of Perpetual Grumpiness.

Well," I said, and I realized that it was at least the third time I'd said "well" since Deborah arrived. Was I really so flustered that I couldn't even manage basic conversation? "You caught the Hammer Killer. Congratulations, sis.

what fair-minded person could possibly call me "nothing but" a psychopath? I'm very good at board games, too.

I have always heard it said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I did not recall anyone ever adding that flattery was actually a good thing, and I admit that I was not terribly pleased.

Kraunauer jumped in behind the wheel and started the car. It started right up, with a purr like a large cat with a throat full of honey. "All right," he said. "Where are you staying?

All right," I said, since there wasn't much else to say. "But I don't know if I can show you how blood spatter works without showing you blood." He

But a very large piece of my carefulness had always been listening to the subtle whisperings of the Dark Passenger, and it was still being strangely shy about sharing its thoughts.

Blah. It was as stupid as it was embarrassing and enervating.

Still, clichés exist to comfort the feebleminded, not to provide any actual meaning.

Two minutes later she walked into my office carrying her own copy of the report. "What did you think?" she said, sliding into a chair and waving the pages. "I don't like his prose style," I said. "And the plot seems very familiar." "Don't be an asshole," she said. "I got a briefing in a half hour, and I need to have something to say to everybody." I

I went. I was not really awake yet, and still suffering from psychological whiplash from my treatment at the hands of Rita and Debs, but I went.

looked some more. Beside the ship, cargo cranes reared up into the night sky like abandoned props from Star Wars. A

Considering the Pollyanna optimism he was showing, I wasn't sure about that, but it didn't seem worth arguing about. "All right," I said. "Then I'll check back with you later. I have a crisis at home.

Deborah, however, did not seem to share our good spirits. She scowled even more, and said, "If you two Twinkies are done clowning around, we still got a chopped-up body here.

And yet—I could imitate all those things perfectly. And I actually wanted to. I had no interest in a sexual relationship. I wanted a disguise; Rita was exactly what I was looking for.

Does that look like a fucking kidnapping to you?" Deborah demanded. "Not a very efficient one," I said, looking at the huge smear of blood. "They left almost half of their victim behind.

It's the tensile strength," she said in her loud voice. "Like surface cohesion in a cup of water. We did this in physics." I

I would have gone right back to sleep. But for some reason, I found that I could not; at my first memory of what had happened yesterday, sleep had run screaming from the room, and in spite of the fact that I lay there frowning and threatening it for several minutes, it would not come back.

Deborah just shook her head and muttered something I didn't quite catch, although I heard several hard consonants in it. So because I always try to bring cheer wherever I go, I changed the subject. "Who is that supposed to be?" I said, nodding at the gigantic bloodstain.