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accident off campus.
    The University mourns both of these tragic deaths.
Drug Enforcement Agency
New York City
Surveillance Report—China Bone
    Item:
Subject 49630, code name “Rocker Girl.” Subject observed arriving
10:27 p.m. Electronic monitoring via her phone indicates she ordered
injectable heroin. Audio monitoring produced only some singing and
incoherent conversation with China Bone staff identified (tentative) as
Cheng Lee.
Item: Subject 67709, unknown subject. Desc: Male, Asian, 35–40 years,
5’8”. Arrived by limo. Attempting to trace origin.
    Item:
Subject 42001, code name “Burn Out.” Arrived 12:02 a.m. Electronic
monitoring via planted microphone 45-114. Subject ordered bourbon
and opium pipe. Following ingestion suspect began to speak. Previous
surveillance shows this is a common pattern for the subject. Transcript
follows:
    (inaudible) just (inaudible) deliver and then. And then, hah. Watch the
bugs grow. (inaudible) baby, sorry. Sorry sorry sorry. Your bitch mother.
Yeah. Oh Jesus I’m sorry sorry. But we all die. We all die, baby. (inaudible)
We all surely do die and if it isn’t the easy way it’s the hard way and the
twins would have made it hard. Bugs in your brain. Has to (inaudible) I
never should have. Didn’t know they’d (inaudible.) You went easy though.
You went so easy baby. Hah. Thanks to your dad. Hah. My gift baby the
easy death instead of the hard. My gift …easy …(inaudible.) But (inaudible)
pay up. They will pay up. My little blues will end it all end it end it. Tens to
hundreds to (inaudible) millions to billions eat it all up, eat it all up eat it all
up down to the rock. All . . .
End transcript.

SIX
    The law firm sent a limo for Plath, but not to the BZRK safe house.
The limo picked Plath and Keats up at the address she’d given them:
outside the Andaz Hotel on Fifth Avenue.
    Plath had not been staying at the Andaz, and a cursory investigation would reveal that fact, but it was at least plausible that she
might have been there. The McLure Company maintained a suite
year-round for visiting dignitaries.
    Plausible.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had the use of a posh suite at a
hotel?” Keats muttered as the town car inched its way uptown. “Why
are we staying at that miserable shit hole when we could be frolicking
on clean sheets?”
“Frolicking? I seem to recall offering to frolic with you. I was
going to frolic your brains out.” She was determined to keep the mood
light. Wave upon wave of sadness and fear had crashed on her since
that terrible day when her father and brother had been murdered.
More would come.
Too much.
She couldn’t break. Maybe the day would come when she broke,
but not yet. So she smiled and so did Keats. It felt like the first genuine
smile for either in quite a while.
“Sorry, had to save your life first,” Keats said. “Duty before booty.”
“You shouldn’t always be the good boy, Keats,” she teased. “Don’t
you know that messed-up girls like me prefer bad boys?”
“You are toying with me.”
“I used to break my toys,” she said.
“Is that a warning?”
“I wouldn’t break you. I might bruise you a little . . .”
“Okay, that’s quite enough.”
“Might bend you. There could be some chafing . . .”
Keats grinned, unable to manage a stern expression. “Now you’re
going past toying to torturing.”
“Yes, I am.”
“It’s cruel.”
“Mmm. I’m trying not to be the goody goody.”
“No one thinks you’re the goody goody,” he said.
“You sure?” she asked, her tone rueful. “Jin needs me, even Lear
needs me, if there really is a Lear, but I failed them, didn’t I?”
Keats glanced at the driver. He didn’t seem to be listening, and
they were talking in whispers. Keats leaned closer. “Listen to me,
Plath—”
“It’s Sadie on this trip,” she interrupted. “The lawyer and the others know me by my real name. So just for this trip, let’s not play crazy
little BZRK games.