Fortunately, it was just about then that he'd found the book. A real book, with paper pages and a synthleather cover. Spiritual Traditions of the Northwestern and California Intermountain Tribes, by someone called H. T. Langland. (He’d never found out who Langland was or even if H. T. was a man or a woman.) The book had been for sale in a little talismonger’s store on Pike Street near the market. They wanted thirty-five nuyen for it, much more than Falcon could afford. But something about the title and the way the book felt in his hands convinced him it was important. So he boosted it, shoved it up under his jacket and just strolled out of the shop. (The talismonger didn’t need it or consider it important, he’d rationalized later, otherwise she wouldn’t have been selling it.)