Making it back to her apartment after learning what had happened to Blackjack, Laura Redbird found the lock destroyed and her doss in a shambles. The big table made from an industrial macroplas spool for holding wire was over in one corner next to the slashed ruin of the couch and the busted remains of the trideo. They had sure done a good job of trashing the place. Was it possible the word was already out that Redbird and Blackjack had both gotten geeked on a bad run? Everything of value was gone, and everything else was in pieces just in case it hid something of value. Not much remained intact, aside from doors and windows. Unless they’d somehow missed her stash.