Hendrix nodded. Layla was a physical adept who had the magical ability to see into the astral but lacked the ability to go jandering around in it. "Yeah, better than nothing," he said. "I’ll give the fixer a call." Then he went back into his room and sat down in front of the telecom, activating Mole’s line scrambler to avoid a trace. He punched up Cinnamon’s LTG.