When he picked up the data at the prearranged drop, he saw that he’d be doing most of his looking in the Ute Council Zone. Most of Dodger’s names were Utes or people associated with the tribe. Sam didn’t want to run the zone boundary until after dark, so he had time to kill. He spent a while at a library terminal getting familiar with the city’s layout. It had once been straightforward and mostly rational, but since the breakup of the United States and the partitioning of Denver, any semblance of urban planning had gone by the boards. Each zone had dealt in its own way with the rebuilding of the city. Nevertheless, it looked to Sam as though you could always tell which direction was what as long as you could get a view of the Rocky Mountains to the west.