Grids bolted upright when he saw Tamara go down. He’d been watching the whole thing on the trid in Tamara’s Beverly Hills apartment, his sweaty T-shirt sticking to the synthleather couch as he gaped at the image. The trid coverage kept showing the accident over and over. Dougan Rose snapping out his cyberspurs, the amplified click as they locked into place. Even in the slow-motion replay, Grids heard the intent in that click.