"No way, chummer." Duran grinned without mirth as he took his seat across the table. "If you’da known, somebody woulda made sure you turned up geeked, not sitting nice and tidy in a Lone Star cell. My guess is that the elves used some heavy grease—some kinda clout—and got you quietly off the street. If my chummer wasn’t tied in so tight to the network, I wouldn’t have known about you, either. And I fragging sure wouldn’t have been able to spring you from the cop shop."