Neith can’t find a clear and recent audio recording of Hunter on any public platform, and tersely requests some from the Witness without explanation, trusting that it will blend into the wash of her ongoing investigation. When it arrives, she calls up another Witness protocol intended to isolate and trace pet noise across London and backdates the search as far as she can, not daring to check what creative anarchy this inspires in the Squid. Fifteen hits. Thirty, fifty, two hundred, two thousand, four, nine, fifty-eight thousand. She kills the request and refiles with a duplication filter, knowing already what the scale of the bloat must mean: at some stage or other, Diana Hunter appeared in public and spoke, and her words were relayed and replayed in a large number of places. Well, of course, she was a little bit famous. Omit identical utterances, compensating for room tone. Filter and cross-reference, send to file.