Justice seemed further and further away, as the runners’ forces disintegrated. Two nights ago they had disrupted the druids’ ritual and achieved one confirmed kill and a second probable, but it had cost them. Estios, Chatterjee, and O’Connor were still missing. Dodger was fretting and had abandoned his affectation of ornate speech. He had to be pulled away from his cyberdeck to eat, and he barely stuffed down food before jacking back in. Hart maintained that the raid on the warehouse had effectively scuttled the Circle’s scheme. She insisted that there was no need to do anything else, and that it was too dangerous anyway, as the disappearance of Estios’s crew showed. She refused to do any leg work or magical searches. If their sack time hadn’t been full of heated apologies, Sam would have thought she had finally gotten bored with him and was anxious for a more attractive partner. Only Willie seemed to be staying on track. Her payments had vanished along with Estios, but she was still on the job and sending second-rate drones anywhere she thought she might pick up a lead.