Frag knows, I didn’t get that much sleep anyway. It was just short of 0430 by the time I’d boosted a car—my bike’s still behind a restaurant in Montlake, assuming nobody’s managed to defeat the lock and security system yet—and rolled out to the Tarislar area of Puyallup. A major selling point for this whack of turf was that it’s about as far as you can get from downtown and not be in Salish-Shidhe territory, but that’s not all I had in mind when I headed south. Though the Cutters are everywhere, their presence in Tarislar is only minimal. Add to that the fact that Lone Star rarely patrols this elven neighborhood, and it becomes just about the safest place for me to hunker down at the moment.