I was just opening my mouth to ask Tasha what the hell this was, when she beat me to it with an alarm going off. “I am havink signal trace!” she crowed. “Is close! Very close!” The keyboard snapped back under the dash, and the terminal window flickered out. A GPS map of the surrounding blocks replaced it, with a red circle marking the area where the signal source might be.

“Am triangulatink now.” The circle shrank slowly, then became a bright pinprick. “There. That one.”

It was a small single-floored flat, in the French Provincial style. There weren’t any cars in sight, but three or four motor scooters were leaned haphazardly up against the side of the house. I tried to fix every detail in my mind as we cruised slowly past.

“Will circle block,” Tasha said. “Be ready.”

“We’re not going to call it in?”

“Have done that. But any delay may be meanink escape for Aegis running dogs. With no automechs on premises, is easy enough takink them out ourselves.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do it.”