"You don’t see it yet, girl. You haven’t heard ’em talk upstairs." Sticky had lost his temper, and his accent. He was starting to sound more and more like a cable news announcer, Laura thought. That flat Mid-Atlantic television English. Global Net talk. Sticky pulled Carlotta’s hand away and held it. "Straights aren’t what they used to be. They want it all now—the whole world. One world. Their world." He stood up, pulling her to her feet. "Come on, girl. The bed needs shaking."