She’d been keeping tabs on Modal. Not seriously, not a full trace, but she was fairly sure she’d have heard if he was working for Yamatetsu again. Seattle wasn’t a big town, not in the shadows. What were the chances, really, that Modal was working for Yamatetsu now? Slim. And what were the chances that it was Yamatetsu that had geeked Louis? Better, but still slim. So that meant the chances of Modal being after her for reasons other than past friendship were slim squared. Maybe she should just go back to the bar and meet Johnson, and to hell with Modal. If she was careful, maybe he wouldn’t even see her. . . .