Pita savored her freedom as they climbed the parkade stairs to Masaki’s car. The feeling was overwhelming, better even than being on Mindease. Except, of course, for the small tickle of worry she still felt. How long until that cop—Number 709—caught up with her again? It won’t happen, she told herself firmly. He isn’t looking for me . He’ll find someone else to pick on . But she couldn’t be sure.