Her vision was abnormally clear and bright, even sharper than usual. Things seemed to vibrate, each person or object tuned to a minutely different frequency. Her hands, still locked in the black ball, were on her lap. She sat in one of the pool chairs, her broken leg propped straight in front of her on a camelskin hassock. 3Jane sat opposite, on another hassock, huddled in an oversized djellaba of unbleached wool. She was very young.
`Where'd he go?' Molly asked. `To take his shot?'
3Jane shrugged beneath the folds of the pale heavy robe and tossed a strand of dark hair away from her eyes. `He told me when to let you in,' she said. `He wouldn't tell me why. Everything has to be a mystery. Would you have hurt us?'
Case felt Molly hesitate. `I would've killed him. I'd've tried to kill the ninja. Then I was supposed to talk with you.'
`Why?' 3Jane asked, tucking the cameo back into one of the djellaba's inner pockets. `And why? And what about?'
Molly seemed to be studying the high, delicate bones, the wide mouth, the narrow hawk nose. 3Jane's eyes were dark, curiously opaque. `Because I hate him,' she said at last, `and the why of that's just the way I'm wired, what he is and what I am.'
`And the show,' 3Jane said. `I saw the show.'
Molly nodded.
`But Hideo?'
`Because they're the best. Because one of them killed a partner of mine, once.'
3Jane became very grave. She raised her eyebrows.
`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.
Riviera beamed. `Perversity.' He walked back to the two women, swirling the water that remained in the dense, deeply carved cylinder of rock crystal, as though he enjoyed the weight of the thing. `An enjoyment of the gratuitous act. And I have made a decision, Molly, a wholly gratuitous decision.'
She waited, looking up at him.
`Oh, Peter,' 3Jane said, with the sort of gentle exasperation ordinarily reserved for children.
`No word for you, Molly. He told me about that, you see. 3Jane knows the code, of course, but you won't have it. Neither will Wintermute. My Jane's an ambitious girl, in her perverse way.' He smiled again. `She has designs on the family empire, and a pair of insane artificial intelligences, kinky as the concept may be, would only get in our way. So. Comes her Riviera to help her out, you see. And Peter says, sit tight. Play Daddy's favorite swing records and let Peter call you up a band to match, a floor of dancers, a wake for dead King Ashpool.' He drank off the last of the mineral water. `No, you wouldn't do, Daddy, you would not do. Now that Peter's come home.' And then, his face pink with the pleasure of cocaine and meperidine, he swung the glass hard into her left lens implant, smashing vision into blood and light.
Maelcum was prone against the cabin ceiling when Case removed the trodes. A nylon sling around his waist was fastened to the panels on either side with shock cords and gray rubber suction pads. He had his shirt off and was working on a central panel with a clumsy-looking zero-g wrench, the thing's fat countersprings twanging as he removed another hexhead. Marcus Garveywas groaning and ticking with g-stress.
`The Mute takin'~ I an'~ I dock,' the Zionite said, popping the hexhead into a mesh pouch at his waist. `Maelcum pilot th'~ landin'~, meantime need we tool f'~ th'~ job.'
`You keep tools back there?' Case craned his neck and watched cords of muscle bunching in the brown back.
`This one,' Maelcum said, sliding a long bundle wrapped in black poly from the space behind the panel. He replaced the panel, along with a single hexhead to hold it in place. The black package had drifted aft before he'd finished. He thumbed open the vacuum valves on the workbelt's gray pads and freed himself, retrieving the thing he'd removed.
He kicked back, gliding over his instruments -a green docking diagram pulsed on his central screen -and snagged the frame of Case's g-web. He pulled himself down and picked at the tape of his package with a thick, chipped thumbnail. `Some man in China say th'~ truth comes out this,' he said, unwrapping an ancient, oilslick Remington automatic shotgun, its barrel chopped off a few millimeters in front of the battered forestock. The shoulderstock had been removed entirely, replaced with a wooden pistolgrip wound with dull black tape. He smelled of sweat and ganja.
`That the only one you got?'
`Sure, mon,' he said, wiping oil from the black barrel with a red cloth, the black poly wrapping bunched around the pistolgrip in his other hand, `I an'~ I th'~ Rastafarian navy, believe it.'
Case pulled the trodes down across his forehead. He'd never bothered to put the Texas catheter back on, at least he could take a real piss in the Villa Straylight, even if it was his last.
He jacked in.
`Hey,' the construct said, `ol'~ Peter's totally apeshit, huh?'
They seemed to be part of the Tessier-Ashpool ice now; the emerald arches had widened, grown together, become a solid mass. Green predominated in the planes of the Chinese program that surrounded them. `Gettin'~ close, Dixie?'
`Real close. Need you soon.'
`Listen, Dix. Wintermute says Kuang's set itself up solid in our Hosaka. I'm going to have to jack you and my deck out of the circuit, haul you into Straylight, and plug you back in, into the custodial program there, Wintermute says. Says the Kuang virus will be all through there. Then we run from inside, through the Straylight net.'
`Wonderful,' the Flatline said, `I never did like to do anything simple when I could do it ass-backwards.'
Case flipped.
Into her darkness, a churning synaesthesia, where her pain was the taste of old iron, scent of melon, wings of a moth brushing her cheek. She was unconscious, and he was barred from her dreams. When the optic chip flared, the alphanumerics were haloed, each one ringed with a faint pink aura.
07:29:40.
`I'm very unhappy with this, Peter.' 3Jane's voice seemed to arrive from a hollow distance. Molly could hear, he realized, then corrected himself. The simstim unit was intact and still in place; he could feel it digging against her ribs. Her ears registered the vibrations of the girl's voice. Riviera said something brief and indistinct. `But I don't,' she said, `and it isn't fun. Hideo will bring a medical unit down from intensive care, but this needs a surgeon.'
There was a silence. Very distinctly, Case heard the water lap against the side of the pool.
`What was that you were telling her, when I came back?' Riviera was very close now.
`About my mother. She asked me to. I think she was in shock, aside from Hideo's injection. Why did you do that to her?'