Furlann accompanied Tom as far as the TOC. She didn’t say anything, which was fine; Tom didn’t feel like talking to her. Her acerbic manner was entirely too like Markowitz’s, and Markowitz had already rubbed him raw. Tom logged in and found himself a place to await the general’s pleasure. Sitting and stewing about what he’d seen and heard, he didn’t notice when Furlann disappeared, but she wasn’t around when the general summoned Tom into his presence.