It was early morning, only hours after a quick, hard rain, and George was leaving Cortez's condoplex after a breakfast meeting. Cortez was still upstairs, and would be for another fourteen minutes. He didn’t leave for work until seven-twelve. We’d considered bugging Cortez’s apartment when Raphe and Janey had been there, but decided against it. In Cortez’s desktop terminal. Raphe had found an auto-bill command to Lone Star Security for apartment washing. Sam had the pros sweeping his place for bugs every other day. People don't do that for no reason.