Hold I did, and sure enough the details were forthcoming. Not that they made much sense, at least not from my standpoint. I guess what I’d expected was to receive the address of somewhere I could hunker down for awhile—a safe house that wasn’t listed in the Star’s databases—until other arrangements could be made. The fact that Layton and crew were laying on something a tad more elaborate hinted that there’s even more to this frag-up than meets the eye. Just what kind of drek is the Star going through? Oh well, not my biz. I’m coming in, and that’s all the matters at the moment.