The address Oracle gives is old, somewhere north of New York City. Tikki feels instinct urging her to go straight to that address, smash through any obstacles and drag O’Keefe to the ground, but she knows that would be stupid. That is the wild in her talking. O’Keefe is no amateur from a gutterpunk sleazehole. First, she must learn more. She must prepare. She must visit Boston and question the lowlife piece of scag who told O’Keefe where to find her.