I hesitated. Somebody loses a leg, they get it replaced-at least if they can afford it, which Mariane Corbeau definitely could. I'd confirmed most of my nasty suspicions: Corbeau had been worked on by Crashcart, and she did get a cyber replacement. But I still didn't know for sure that the cyberware they'd plugged into her body was anything out of the ordinary. That final connection was still missing. Whether or not I would have proof by looking further into the records of her stay in the clinic all depended on how detailed were the files. There might be nothing of any use or interest, other than a graphic medical description of someone who survived having a leg torn off in a car crash. But, there just might be something. I couldn't turn aside from that chance. "We've got to go further," I told her.