I don’t answer immediately. It tells me a few things, but I’m not sure why the frag I should share them with a fragging shadowrunner. Then I shake off that thought. He’s treated fairly with me—so far, I amend—and there’s no reason—again, so far—why I shouldn’t level with him. His eyes are steady on my face, and it’s not the first time I get the feeling he’s making much too fragging good a guess about what’s going on in my mind. I break eye contact, studiously examining the image of the elf woman. "It tells us we can put more faith in the Timothy Telestrian tie-in," I muse. "What would Lynne gain from sending us after a Timothy-Seattle connection that doesn’t exist?"