Before we left for Aztlan, I had tried to track down information on Domingo Vargas, the consular official who was the Star’s primary suspect in Mama G’s death. I’m not a shadowrunner myself—I prefer the outside of a detainment facility, thank you very much—but I do have a handful of connections among Seattle’s shadow community. You have to, when you’re a private detective. I’m good at legwork—at good old-fashioned, face-to-face question and answer interviews. And when I need muscle, Rafael can stand behind me and scowl. But decking’s a specialized skill—one I sometimes have to turn to the runner community for.