"Good." Jay rose and dropped the knife back into his pocket. "Maybe you can pull me down. I don"t know, but maybe you can. Whenever you want to try..." He shrugged.

"You bleedin", man."

"I know. It will stop, or I think it will." Jay got out a hundred. "You see this? It"ll be all yours." He tore it in two and gave half to the other. "You get the other half when you"ve done what I"m hiring you to do."

"Okay if I gets up, man?"

Jay nodded, and the other got slowly to his feet. His Jeens and plastic jacket were old and cracked, his Capribuk athletic shoes nearly new.

"Listen carefully. If you don"t do exactly what I tell you, our deal is off. I"m going to give you a piece of paper with an address on it."

The other gave no indication that he had heard.

"I want you to read that address, but I don"t want you to tell me what it is. Don"t say it, and don"t let me see the paper."

"What is this s.h.i.t, man?" "Do you watch the news?"

"I got no time for that s.h.i.t, man. I listens to music."

For two or three seconds Jay stared at the blank screen on the other"s forehead, recalling that his own was-or had been-equally blank. "There"s no point in explaining. Do you understand what you"ve got to do?"

"Look at the address. Not tell you. Not let you look, even. You want me to tear it up?"

Jay shook his head. "I want you to keep it, and I want you to take me there. If we have to spend money to get there, I"ll pay."

Reluctantly, the other nodded.

"When we get there, you give me the paper so I can see you took me to the right place. When you do, I"ll give you the other half of that hundred and you can go."

He had expected the subway, but they took a bus; the ride lasted over an hour. " "Bout two blocks now," the other said when they left it at last. "You wants to walk?"

Jay nodded.

"You going to turn me in, man?"

"No," Jay said. They were walking side by side. "I"m going to give you the other half of that hundred, and shake hands if you"re willing to shake hands, and say good-bye."

"You a pretty fair sc.r.a.pper, you know? Only you catches me by surprise. I wasn"t expectin" you to turn "round like what you done."

"Wasn"t that what you were trying to do to me? Take me by surprise?"

"Sho"!" The other laughed.

"So that"s all right. Except that right and wrong really don"t count in things like this. I hunt a lot. I hunt animals to eat."

"Do tell?"

"And for hide and bone to make things out of. Generally I try to give the animals a fighting chance."

"Uh-huh."

"But when I"m hungry, really up against it, I don"t. I kill any way I can."

"We here." The other waved at one of several squat concrete buildings. "Got a number on it "n"

everythin". You don" want to look at that?"

"I don"t think it matters now," Jay said, and looked.

"Number eighteen." The other fished in his pockets and pulled out the page of notebook paper, now much folded, that the woman who sold guns had given Jay in the cafe. "All right. It says here Greentree Gardens. An" it says buildin" eighteen. Then it says number eight. Have a look."

Jay did.

"Now this here"s Greentree Gardens, all right? You look right over there "n" there"s a sign on top of that buildin". What do it say?"

"Greentree Gardens."

"Right on, man. Right over there"s buildin" number eighteen, like you sees. Number eight will be ground flo", mos" like, or maybe next up. Places like this ain"t bad as some other places, you know? Only they ain"t real safe neither. You wants me to go in there with you? Be glad to if you wants it."

Jay shook his head, took out the remaining half of the torn hundred, and handed it to the other. Then he offered his hand, which the other accepted after putting the torn half bill into one of his pockets.

Abruptly his grip tightened. Jay tried to jerk away, but the other"s fist caught him under the cheekbone.

He went down, rolling and trying to cover his head with his arms. A kick dizzied him, its shock worse than its pain. Another missed, and another must have struck his forearm, because his arm felt as though it had been clubbed.

Somehow he got to his feet, charged the other and grappled him. I killed that buck like this, he thought; the buck had an arrow in its gut, but that had hardly seemed to matter. His knife was in his hand.

He stabbed and felt it strike bone.

Then it was gone. At once the other had it, and there was freezing cold where his shirt pocket should have been, cold followed by burning heat, and he was holding the other"s wrist with both hands, and the blade was wet and red. The other"s fist pounded his nose and mouth. He did not hear the shot, but he felt the other stiffen and shudder.

He pushed the other"s body from him, insanely certain that it was only a trick, only a temporary respite granted so that he might be taken by surprise again in a moment or two. Rising, he kicked something.

It was the knife, and it went clattering over the sidewalk. He pulled it out of some snow, wiped the blade with his handkerchief, returned it to its sheath and the sheath to his pocket.

Then the woman who sold guns was tugging at his sleeve. In her other hand she held a short and slender rifle with a long box magazine. "Come on! We"ve got to get out of here."

He followed her docilely between the hulking building that was eighteen Greentree Gardens, and a similar building that was probably sixteen or twenty. Two floors down in a dark underground garage, she unlocked a blue CUV. As he climbed in he said, "Borrowed from another friend?"

"This"s mine, and if I didn"t sell what I do I couldn"t afford it."

It reeked of cigar smoke; he said, "In that case, I"d think they"d know about it-the plate number and so forth."

She shook her head. "It"s registered under a fake name, and these aren"t my plates."

He considered that while she drove eight or ten blocks fast, then up a winding ramp and onto the Interstate.

When they were in the leftmost lane, he said, "Why are we running away?"

She turned her head to look at him. "Are you crazy? Because I killed that guy."

"He was going to kill me." He looked down at his wound, and was mildly surprised to find that it was still bleeding, his blood soaking the two-sided raincoat and, presumably, the hunting coat under it.

"So what? Look, I can"t even defend myself, according to the law. Say you were going to rape me and kill me."

"I wouldn"t do that."

"Just suppose. I couldn"t shoot you or stab you or even hit you, and if I did you could sue me afterward."

"Could I win?"

"Sure. What"s more, I"d be defending your suit from a cell. And if I hurt you worse"n you hurt me, you"d be out."

Jay shook his head. "That doesn"t make sense."

"Not for us it doesn"t." The Interstate sloped sharply down here, but she kept pedal to the floor; for a moment the CUV shook wildly. "For them it does-for the feds. If we got used to the idea of going after somebody who went after us, we"d go after them. Capisce?"

"We should."

"Sure. Only for me it"s a lot worse. For you, too. I killed that guy. Don"t say maybe he"s not dead. I saw him when I hit him, and I saw him afterward. He"s gone."

"How did you know we were out there?"

"Saw you out the window, that"s all. It"d been a while, so I kept looking outside, hoping you were just looking for the right number. I"d stopped off and picked up your gun on the way home, and I was afraid you"d come and gone before I got there. You want to see it? It"s on the backseat. Only be careful, it"s loaded. I think I put the safety on."

Jay took off his seat belt and picked up the carbine, careful not to touch its trigger.

"Keep it down so the other drivers can"t see it."

He did. "This car doesn"t talk to us."

"I killed that b.a.s.t.a.r.d as soon as I got it. It"s pretty easy."

Sensing that she was about to cry, Jay did not speak; he would have tried to hold her hand, perhaps, but both her hands were on the wheel.

"And now I"ve killed the b.a.s.t.a.r.d that was trying to kill you. There"s tissues in back somewhere."

He got them, heard her blow her nose. "I told you how bad that is. It"s murder one. He was trying to kill you, but that doesn"t make a d.a.m.ned bit of difference. I should have called the cops and showed them your body when they got there. That would have been when? Two or three o"clock. My G.o.d, it"s lunchtime."

He looked at the clock on the instrument panel. It was nearly one.

"You hungry?"

"No," he said.

"Me neither. Let"s skip lunch. We"ll stop somewhere for dinner tonight."

He agreed, and asked where they were going.

"d.a.m.ned if I know."

"Then I"d like you to take Eighty."

"We need to get off the Interstate before too much longer," she said.

He nodded. "We will."

"Listen, I"m sorry I got you into this."

"I feel the same way," he said. "You saved my life."

"Who was he, anyway?"

"The man I"d gotten to read your note. You didn"t want Globnet to get it on the air before we"d left, so I had to have somebody who would look at it for me and take me there. I tried to find somebody who wouldn"t call the police as soon as we separated. Clearly that was a bad idea." Jay paused. "How did you think I"d handle it?"

"That you"d guess. That you"d go there and look at my note and see that you were right when you got there."

"No more crying?"

"Nope. That"s over. You know what made me cry?"

"What?"

"You didn"t understand. You can"t kill people, not even if they"re killing other people, and I did it with a gun. If they get me I"ll get life, and you didn"t understand that."

"Who"d take care of your kids?" He let his voice tell her what he felt he knew about those kids.

She drove. He glanced over at her, and she was staring straight ahead, both hands on the wheel.

"I"m going back into the woods. Maybe they"ll get me in there, but it won"t be easy. If the holovid company can"t help you, maybe you"d like to come with me."

"You had it all doped out." She sounded bitter.

He shook his head. "I don"t think I understand it all even now, and there"s a lot of it that I just figured out a minute ago. How much were you supposed to get for this?"

"A couple thousand."

He thought about that. "You"re not an employee. Or at least, you don"t work for Globnet full-time."

"No." She sniffled. "They did a doc.u.mentary on the gun trade last year, and I was one of the people they found-the only woman. So I was on holo with this really cool mask over my face, and I thought that was the end of it. Then about a month ago they lined me up to do this."

He nodded.

"They figured you"d want women or drugs, mostly, and they had people set for those. I was kind of an afterthought, okay? Stand by for a couple hundred, or a couple thousand if you called. Another thousand if I sold you a gun. I did, but I"ll never collect any of it."

"The bot must have called you after he gave me your number."

"Kaydee Nineteen? Sure. That"s how you knew, huh? Because you got it from him."