When the construct laughed, it came through as something else, not laughter, but a stab of cold down Case’s spine. ”Do me a favor, boy.” “What’s that, Dix?”

When the construct laughed, it came through as something else, not laughter, but a stab of cold down Case’s spine. ”Do me a favor, boy.” “What’s that, Dix?” “This scam of yours, when it’s over, you erase this goddam thing.”