Sally is Molly

Sally stepped forward, the beam held steady, and Kumiko saw that the armored thing was bolted into the brickwork with massive rivets. “Finn?”

A rapid flicker of pink light from a horizontal slot.

“Hey, Finn, man …” An uncharacteristic hesitation in her voice …

“Moll.” A grating quality, as if through a broken speaker. “What’s with the flash? You still got amps in? Gettin’ old, you can’t see in the dark so good?”

“For my friend.”

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Mona Lisa Overdrive ch 22