Bigend studied him, the weird cathode blue of his suit seeming to float in Milgrim’s retina at some special depth. "I think I understand," he said. "You’re changing. They told me to expect that. I’ll factor it in, in future." He took an iPhone from an inner pocket and squinted at its screen, replaced it. "The woman in Seven Dials. The federal agent. I need to know more about that. All about it."