Apart from the ambiance, Sly found The Armadillo a good place to do business. Over the last couple of years she’d arranged almost a dozen meets with various Johnsons at the bar. Just like tonight. She patted her pocket to reassure herself that the chip carriers and her pocket computer were still there. Checking her watch, she saw it was just shy of twenty-one hundred hours. Her current Mr. Johnson would be showing up any minute, hoping to collect the data she’d dredged up from the Yamatetsu data files on Maria Morgenstern.