Well, if I’m going to do it, let’s fragging do it. I cruise east on Northeast Fifty-fifth Street, then hang a right onto Thirty-sixth Avenue Northeast. The safe house is in the middle of the block, on the east side of the street. I figure a pass right in front to scope out the overall situation, then from there I’ll decide what to do next. I punch up the Westwind’s autopilot so I don’t have to split my attention between surveillance and trying not to hit parked cars. I lock in the speed at forty-five klicks—slow enough to give me a reasonable view but not so slow it’ll attract unwanted attention—and we’re off.