Hart suppressed the urge to slap the decker’s face. "Listen, chiphead. I don’t need your trust. You want to keep watching for me to slot him, you go ahead. But if you cost, him anything, anything, because you’re too busy watching me, you’ll wish you’d stayed in the Tir where your important buddies could cover your ass. He wants me watching you while you deck. Think I like that? It’s clearly a waste of my time. I save your brain from an overload when you freeze up, and all I get is complaints."