She steps through the door and considers what a poor refuge it is: the house of a woman they have already killed, its only virtue being that it will not allow them to see her or hear her until they break down the door. It will take Jones about twenty minutes, once he establishes that she has gone, to work out where she is. Or her minions, Donovan and Baskin, will come back to collect some lost item, or to reinstall the booster for another dive into Hunter’s library, and here she is. Well. The Witness will know as soon as it cares to. Almost, she wants to talk to it: stand on the front steps and have a chat.