Masaki shrugged. "It’s Pita’s. While we were shooting her eyewitness take, she kept playing with the stuff in her pockets, making a rattling noise that her body mike picked up. I made her empty her pockets. The credstick was in them. Why? Is it stolen or something?" Carla showed Masaki the logo, then turned the credstick so that he could see the magnetic keystrip down one side. "This is fragging unbelievable! This has been sitting here in our newsroom all this time, and you didn’t notice. There’s only one place the kid could have picked this credstick up—from Farazad’s body. And there’s only one door it could open. The Samji residence didn’t have a magkey system—just a thumbprint scanner. And you don’t put a corporate logo on a car key. So what’s left?"