He felt his body chill as the data scrolled across the small display screen. There were four chapterhouses in the plex, as he'd thought. But according to the computer, only two of them had free clinics: the Octagon, in central Seattle, and the smaller chapterhouse, in Puyallup. The Brotherhood ran two other clinics, one in Everett and one down by the Tacoma docks. That brought the number up to four, which was why Falcon had assumed all were connected with chapterhouses. Frag it to hell! He punched more queries into the nav computer. The nearest clinic was the one downtown, at Eighth and Westlake, two fragging blocks from fragging Denny Park. At least a half-hour drive, even with the van’s powerful engine and the light traffic. Could Nightwalker hang on that long?