Did he just rip out the engine?" I asked." Yes," Saipan said. "And now he is demolishing the Maserati with it." Ten seconds later Currant hurled the twisted wreck of black and orange that used to be the Maserati into the wall. The first melodic notes of an old song came from the computer. I glanced at Saipan. He shrugged. "It begged for a soundtrack.

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