"I know," Skater replied, feeling the weight. "Johnsons lie to you. That’s a fact of a shadowrunner’s regular biz. But this particular Johnson has got some real explaining to do. And I mean to see it done." The trouble was, once a guy started trying to sort out all the lies, usually only more were offered. To start, he needed one solid truth. So far, the only thing he knew for sure was that the man in Elvis’s duffel—whatever his name actually turned out to be—was stone-cold dead. And someone had planned it that way.