She stretched her back again, felt the vertebrae in her lower spine click back into place. Frag this getting old drek, she thought savagely. Seattle, and, more specifically, the shadows she’d been frequenting for the past thirteen years, just wasn’t the place for someone feeling her age. She glanced at the holograph taped to the gray wall over the telecom. A white-sand beach, green ocean, azure sky. Somewhere in the Caribbean League, but she didn’t know just where. Now that was where she should be, someplace where the cold and damp never slotted up her knee. Yep, it was getting nigh on time to retire.