So I do, telling him how I brought the Westwind around back, dragged Paco out of the house wrapped in curtains, and blasted downtown to Doc Dicer’s establishment, whereupon I called him. When I’m finished, he nods slowly. "Interesting," the runner muses quietly. "I’ve heard about this super-bug. You can imagine the wild rumors on the street. But it’s all been ‘friend-of-a-friend-of-an-acquaintance’ kind of thing. Nobody I know has caught it, or even knows anyone personally whose got it. I just wrote it off as this-year’s-model flu epidemic and a huge whack of hysteria." He glances toward the door. "Maybe it’s time to reevaluate."