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. I suspect that the Golden Rule isn't big enough to hide
him from those others. If he tells you where they sleep, they'll kill him.
Probably not quickly."
"Bill, is that why you're being stubborn?"
'Talked too much already. Space me."
"Not while you're alive. Bill; you know things I need to know and I intend
to squeeze them out of you if it takes copper wire and Mistress Hardesty's most
whimsical notions. But I may not need the answer to the question I asked you.
What happens to you if you tell me or show me where your alley is?"
He was slow in answering; I let him take his time. At last he said in a low
voice, "Nosies caught a skin six seven months ago. Cracked him open. Not from my
alley thank Jesus. His alley was a maintenance space near a hundred ten and down
at full gee.
"So the nosies gassed it and a lot of skins died... but this skin they
turned loose. Cold help that was to him. He hadn't
been walking twenty-four hours when he was grabbed and locked in with rats.
Hungry ones."
"I see." I glanced at Gwen.
She gulped and whispered, "Senator, no rats. I don't like rats. Please."
"Bill, I withdraw the question about your alley. Your hide-out. And I won't
ask you to identify any other nightwalker. But I expect you to answer anything
else fully and quickly. No more stalling. No waste of time. Agreed?"
"Yes, sir
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