For a moment, the fear squirmed around inside Skater, bringing with it the face of his daughter. They were running blind now and the scan wasn’t good for a runner who’d popped his ante on a run gone way bad. The advance money the Johnson had given them for recovery of the corpse was only enough to keep him scrambling another month or two, if he kept expenses leaned out. It cost to be invisible in the sprawl. He needed the score, and that was the bottom line.