Paco died that night at about 0230. Doc Dicer phoned me with the news, through the same kind of blind relay I’d used to contact Argent in the first place. (The runner had resisted the idea of giving the doc the number, despite their apparent friendship, but I held my ground, and eventually he caved.) She didn’t say, "He went peacefully," or any of that feel-good drek doctors usually feed to the families. She didn’t have to tell me anything, I know how he went—inhale, exhale, click ... and then nothing.