But appearances were deceiving. Aren’t they always? Sly thought. Agarwal's home was as secure as a couple million nuyen’s worth of high-tech defense systems could make it. Again, judging by the street buzz, no fewer than four major B and E gangs had made moves against Agarwal’s place over the last few years. None had succeeded, and none had survived to dissect their failure afterward. None. No bodies, no clues as to what happened, nothing. They’d just disappeared. (When Sly had once asked Agarwal about it, he merely shrugged and smiled. After knowing him a while longer, she decided she really didn't want to know.)