Skater slotted his credstick at the public telecom of the Twilight Cubed Hotel on South Eleventh Street and Pacific at 09:38:16 a.m., almost forty minutes after leaving the houngan’s doss. Skater and Duran had taken a cab to the area while Elvis and Trey took the body back to the safehouse in Auburn. Twilight Cubed was a coffin hotel, catering to the cheap labor that was the lifeblood of the docks. For a few nuyen a night, a chummer got a bed roughly two meters by one meter, then got filed away at the top, at the bottom, or somewhere in between a four-man stack till punch-out time in the morning. Advertised fringe benefits included triple-X rated simsense.