"She’s tripping through the Matrix, kid," Duran said, "already looking for the DocWagon report that got turned in live. And she’s keeping an eye peeled for the body inside Shastakovich’s at the same time. Speaking of time, we’re running thin here. January’s just turned into a corpse. Even if it’s a simple crash-and-dash fatality, somebody’s gonna be along to investigate and file all the right reports. The Knight Errant shift change is gonna get in our way if we wait much longer. You get the deciding vote. Do we do the biz, or do we yank the chain?" Skater watched the two DocWagon employees. After the tire was successfully changed, they’d probably beat it on out of there, go back to patrolling their sector, and chalk the experience with the Spike Wheels up to another bad night on the job. He shifted the binox to the front doors of the Mariah Building. The heavy maglocks looked invulnerable.