Loveless’s skin was running with sweat now, in spite of the cool. It was like his whole lymbic system or whatever had just let loose. Kept blinking and wiping it back from his eyes. "I’ve done my job. Did my job. Jobs. Years. My father, too. You haven’t seen how they live , down there. The compounds. People up here have no idea what money can do, Rydell. They don’t know what real money is . They live like gods , in the compounds. Some of them are over a hundred years old , Rydell ..." There were flecks of white stuff at the corners of Loveless’s smile, and Rydell was back in Turvey’s girlfriend’s apartment, looking into Turvey’s eyes, and it just clicked, what she’d done.