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The car reeled off. A window was open. The night smelt of gun metal and old lightning. Atom was blindfold in the back seat with Turow pushing the little flaw into his side. Atom followed their progress over TV news. ‘The President, due to visit Our Fair State in three days as part of his campaign on the Victory Without Peace ticket, was seen licking a lizard this morning in what has been described as a public relations disaster.’

Saints Street, Valentine, Prod, Size, Broadcast, Devant ...

‘Technohead Leon Wardial claims to have stolen the mayor’s aura. “It’s safe in an orgone box but if I don’t get five hundred large by midnight it’s dispersal time. Oh and by the way, it smells bad.” The mayor was too tired to comment.’

Manic, right on Smith, left on String, right on Cam, past the falling road ...

‘Scientists have found that the gene for low IQ is biologically paired with that of a fondness for pasta.’

Scanner, Plug, Peejay, Kayelef ...

‘And the Beerlight Justice Ring has decided on the site of the planned zero tolerance landfill. The authority, which claims there is no danger of overflow, has selected the hospital south of downtown’s Beretta Triangle.’

Through the Portis Thruway to Gerald, right on Brett, left on Bird. The car drew to a halt, the door opened. ‘Bird Street Hotel,’ announced Joanna, whipping off the blindfold.