While he was nosing through the list, a time-date stamp clicked next to one of the names. That was the cue for the file to activate a slave routine. Andy scoped the program. Somewhere in Vilanni HQ, a call was being made. Andy slapped a tag on it just before the connection broke. He kept digging while waiting for the tag to come back. He still hadn’t managed to find anything juicy by the time it returned, trailing a string of connections that were more than enough to cut out a tag that lacked the advantage of getting on board at the start. The final destination of the call was in the Anacostia Barrens, and all the tag’s message-backfeed feature held was the address of the clinic and a time-date stamp—the same as the one on the list. Andy had discovered the time and place of the next thump.