"No, we don’t," he said suddenly. "We just need a tall, tall amount of money. All we have to do is find the right street shaman. Someone who could come with us and assense Luther’s place. Someone who can tell the local samurai that we’re right, that there’s something really bad there. That might convince a samurai to take the job. Surely. We’ve got to hope." He went to the telecom and tapped in a code to London.