I look at my watch. Time! How long since I called the blind relay, since I left the message for Argent? Not more than about ten minutes. A horrible suspicion starts to dawn in my mind. Ten minutes ... "You’re a quick worker, Argent," I say, trying to keep my voice light. "It took you—what?—about ten minutes to crack my personnel file out of Milwaukee? Fast work, priyatel ... Or maybe you didn’t have to check Milwaukee. Maybe you’ve already got your datahooks deep into the Seattle data fortress, huh?"