"He was working for Fuchi," Archangel pointed out. Her hands rested comfortably in her lap, her face expressionless, her eyes masked. "Obviously, Caber thought he could cut a better deal for himself by not telling Fuchi everything. Or the woman." Some of the angles were starting to fall into place in Skater’s head. He felt his mind flex around them, spinning them into position so they fit with other truths he knew or could guess at. He was barely conscious of the highway humming along under the synthrubber tires or the sprawl uncoiling around them. "What did Caber have to offer the woman that would make her work with him?"