The baby’s face clouded up and she tried a tentative sob. David rocked her in his arms, half turning away. Laura lowered her voice. "Mr. Mayor, I see what you’re getting at. And I guess I’m sorry about this, or whatever the hell you want me to say. But we have to face the truth. These data-haven people are professionals, they’re long gone. Except maybe the other Grenadian, Sticky Thompson. I think I know where Thompson is. He’s gone underground here in Galveston, with the Church girl. I mean your friends here in the Church of Ishtar, Mr. Mayor."