"Jack, if you get this, I guess it means I’m not around to talk to anymore." On the portacom screen, Larisa looked drawn and tired. She was wearing some kind of black outfit that looked good on her, and behind her was the living room of the Bellevue doss. Her figure hadn’t quite bounced back from the pregnancy, but Jack thought she looked better than anytime he’d known her. And she’d changed her hair, wearing it shorter and more daring than before. The corpse Skater had viewed in the Lone Star morgue hadn’t revealed that.