The runner snorts. "Peg’s good, but she’s not that good. Trust me, omae, the grim and gritty details are buried so deep no decker’s going to lay mitts on them." He shrugs. "If I were Schrage, I’d have all that secret drek on an isolated machine, not part of the Matrix. You know, Tempest-shielded so you can’t even get it through induction or influence-scanning or anything."