But god, how he hated this! Should be making his own calls, contacting his regulars, solid chummers he’d normally trust to the marble slab. But after Sister got brainfried, he didn’t know who to trust, or where to turn. If only he knew what corporate file she’d been raiding, that would help, but he was totally in the dark. Not since he was a kid running solo through the streets of Overtown had he ever felt so alone and vulnerable.