She looked around. An old plastic bag was half-visible beneath the melting snow. She picked it up, shook off the ice, and took the wide disk of a Bunny Bopper from a back pocket. It was the most invasive device she owned, a shaped-plasma charge that could carve a hole through an aircraft carrier. If the Bridge was off limits to the law—and covered with this level of security—there had to be markets selling more than salvaged house parts and fresh fruit. She dropped the disk into the bag and mentally added weapons dealing to her growing list of offenses.