though only dimly. She looked toward the corner of Clark and Sunset, making out the marquee of the Whiskey. Alberto reached out and gently fumbled with a cable, at the side of the visor. "This way," he said, leading her along the sidewalk to a low, windowless, black-painted facade. She squinted up at the sign. The Viper Room. "Now," he said, and she heard him tap the laptop's keyboard. Something shivered, in her field of vision. "Look. Look here." She turned, following his gesture, and saw a slender, dark-haired body, facedown on the sidewalk. "Alloween night, 1993," said Odile. Hollis approached the body. That wasn't there. But was." William Gibson, Spook Country
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