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medical condition, gigantism
maybe. My medical degree had to come in handy sometimes, even if it
was only for diagnosing people on the street.
    “This is Mal.
She needs to ask you some questions,” Ali told him as he shook my
hand in both of his. He helped me back into my seat like I was
fragile. I supposed that to him a lot of people looked fragile.
    “Hello Track.
We would like to know about a man who was found out on the roads
last night. 34 years old, but aged more. Dark hair, streaked with
bits of grey.” I glanced at Ali to double-check and she nodded.
“He’d been running, said something about a silver haired man with a
bloody knife.” I left out the fact that he’d not been alive when he
spoke. Trying to imply that he’d told someone about it before he
died. Because there was no question we’d be there if he was still
alive.
    “Harry? So thin
he looked like he might break in half? Marks everywhere?”
    “That could be
him,” I replied. I wished I’d gotten down to the morgue for a
better description, but there hadn’t been any way to explain my
presence there. “Could you tell us about him?”
    “Junkie, always
in debt to someone. But he really went down hard the last month.
Poor guy, probably ran out on his dealer. He was pretty heavy into
the blues so I wouldn’t trust too much what he said.” I wasn’t
particularly up to date with the street names of drugs but Ali
helpfully told me they were hallucinogens.
    “So what was he
injecting?” I asked Track.
    “No idea, maybe
a booster or something. Cheaper than real food around here
sometimes.” I nodded. Boosters I did know about. They were often
used to help get hospital patients back on their feet. Or to
counteract blood loss without having to give out blood.
    “Thank you.
Will you be here later if we have more questions?” I asked him. He
told us that he would and waved us off with an affectionate bop to
Ali’s behind. She swatted at him but kept smiling.
    “Track’s
alright. He’s big enough not to get any trouble and he likes to
look out for the small ones. Parents were illegals but they threw
him out when he started growing, superstitious idiots. He got some
treatment at the hospital but they couldn’t get him on the state
because he doesn’t exist in the system.” I let Ali guide me around
the rest of the square to ask more questions. One guy said that
Harry had been going off somewhere else for his fixes lately but
could only give us a vague direction.
    “How well to
you know the Lowers?” I asked Ali. She just shrugged. The Lowers
were the parts that were in danger of falling off the cliffs and
into the sea. The defences kept the buildings safe but a few stupid
souls had taken to building into the rock face. Sometimes using the
defences themselves. I couldn’t be completely sure but given the
direction Harry went for his fixes, I was betting he’d made some
new friends down there.
    “Nobody really
knows the Lowers. I stay away, no safe houses. Hell, you don’t even
go there for a prozzy.” Yet Ali’s steps were sure as she guided us
in the indicated direction. “Don’t worry, I’ve enough light not to
send us off a cliff. But damn if that guy didn’t choose the worst
area to get his high.”
    “The veil take
it,” I said as we approached the more precarious ground. “How did
he run from here to the roads. There’s nothing but back alleys for
a mile!” Most of the buildings were either condemned or were huge
offices interlinked to fronts on the roads. But places were cheap
so close to the edge. And they had better light, being completely
uncovered on one edge.
    “I guess we’ll
find out. Do you want to wait here?”
    “I think that
I’m safer here than you are my dear,” I told Ali, a smile tugging
at my lips. The Lowers may cater to the scum of the county but it
wasn’t my first visit. Hell, I might even manage to get some new
tacs. “Shout if you see an electrical. I need new tacs if you want
to ever stop