above the bow, the arrow, and the Remington, Riviera’s smile had faded. He bent—bowing, it seemed to Case—and found the bow and arrow. “You’re blind,” Riviera said, taking a step backward. “Peter,” 3Jane said, “don’t you know he does it in the dark? Zen. It’s the way he practices.” The ninja notched his arrow. “Will you distract me with your holograms now?” Riviera was backing away, into the dark beyond the pool. He brushed against a white chair; its feet rattled on the tile. Hideo’s arrow twitched. Riviera broke and ran, throwing himself over a low, jagged length of wall. The ninja’s face was
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