She walked away into the night from which she’d come. No one protested or moved to stop her. Markowitz stripped another belt from a corpse and fell to examining it. SpellMan grabbed the one Markowitz dropped and looked furtively around to see if anyone was watching him belt it on under his jacket. When his eyes met Andy’s, he gave a toothy grin, but didn’t let go of the belt. Andy looked away. He’d looted bodies in his virtual shadowruns, but this was different. It was—he didn’t know—disrespectful somehow.