Sam wished Hart were here. She knew Denver. He sorted through the credsticks, looking for the one she had given him. It held the entry codes to a safehouse whose address she had made him memorize. She had only told him of the one place, but Sam was sure she knew more. With Denver divided into zones, each the responsibility of a different government, a single hiding place didn’t seem sufficient. Though most of Hart’s background was still a mystery to him, he knew she was a shadowrunner of international repute. Not to have a refuge in each of Denver’s jurisdictions would have left her too vulnerable. She simply hadn’t shared everything with him.