You’re bluffing, Sly thought. The optical memory chip containing the datafile was installed in the chip slot of the cyberdeck Smeland had loaned her. If you could find it, if you could trace back into my deck from wherever the frag we are, you’d already have it. She fought to keep a triumphant smile off her face, glad that the resolution of her icon wouldn’t be enough for Jurgensen to read her expression.