Relocation meant Ghost’s turf. It also meant a little food and several hours’ sleep for the exhausted runners. When Sam came to, he was ravenous. There was more food product and he wolfed down some of it to quiet his stomach. Both Dodger and Ghost had been busy while he had slept. They had contacted Sally, who assured them she was fine and that no one had bothered her. Ghost’s tribesman who had been watching the squat had vanished and was presumed dead. That was definitely Greerson’s style, according to the word on the street confirming the Dwarf’s presence in Seattle. The mix of reassuring and unsettling news was topped off by Dodger’s report about a benefit dinner at Club Voyeur.