But then she’d gone back in and approached the information from a dozen different angles. There’d been no traps or traces around the account. Nothing other than the bank’s own monolithic security. No deckers watching for access. Using various blinds and covers, shell companies and shills, she’d tried to withdraw some of the credit, transfer it to a blind account in a bank in Casper, Sioux Nation. No problem. The transfer had gone through faster than any bank transaction Sly had ever seen—no doubt the Casper bank had jumped frosty when they'd seen where the credit was coming from.