After a minute, Venny opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the patio. "I’m taking Grids to the doc now," he said. "I’ve got a taxi on the way. I told the driver to pick us up down the street. He’s an old chummer and very discreet. After, we’ll swing by Grids’s hideout to get his simsense gear. He keeps mumbling about it." Jonathon nodded. "Any chance you can get the Westwind or the Jag from home?"