For some reason, she had expected Book to just reach out, pull a datastore 
book from some shelf, and tell her everything she needed to know. Because that 
was the way it worked in the past. She decides to speed things up and sends her 
fingers flying across the keyboard of her virtual guitar. The bitstream of data 
spirals into Book’s book. That’s everything she knows, all the data from the
chip Hammer made her examine: digitized photos, coded police and news reports, 
and so on, including a lot of what might be only rumor. It’s enough to sketch
out an image, but that’s all. If Neona’s going to find Striper, she’ll need a
lot more data, hard data.