Greg got out of the Duo, scurrying quickly round the rear of the car for the shelter of the portico. He shook out the collar of his leather jacket, nodded at Rachel. He wasn't bothering with suits any more, Julia noted. Levis and T-shirts were more agreeable on him, anyway; he'd never looked quite right in a suit, caged. It was great to think he felt familiar enough around her to relax, let her see his real self. Most people were so guarded with her.

"Hello, Greg. Was it something important?" Or did you come just to see me? Unlikely, but…

Lovesick. Your knees have gone all watery, Juliet. Mental laughter.

Grandpa, if you don't stop that right now I'll cancel the link. First and final warning, OK?

No bloody sense of humour, that's your trouble, m'girl.

Greg was looking at her strangely, head slightly cocked as though he was concentrating on a faint voice. "Could be," he said pleasantly. "Brought someone to see you and your grandfather."

The woman getting out of the Duo's passenger seat, with some difficulty, was about fifty, Julia thought as she sized her up. Dressed in a pleated maroon skirt and a flower-print blouse under a woollen jacket, a double string of pearls around her neck. Her fading fair hair had been given a light perm. Julia didn't quite know what to make of her. She certainly couldn't be Greg's girlfriend. Surely? Perhaps his aunt.

Now there's a candidate for a healthy diet if ever I saw one.

It took a great deal of willpower not to clench her fists. And what must Greg be seeing in her mind?

Shut! Up! Julia shouted into the node.

"This is Gabriel Thompson," Greg was saying. "My Mindstar colleague."

Julia forgot all about the exasperating intrusion in her mind, suddenly excited and fearful in a way she couldn't explain. She opened her mouth.

"Yes, I can," said Gabriel.

Julia gaped, elated, then suspicious. Recovering her composure. "You must know that is the first thing everyone is going to ask you by now," she countered.

"True." And there was a burst of humour in the woman's deep-set leathery eyes. Gone almost before it registered.

She looks so sad, Julia thought. Haunted.

If her ability is real, then she will be able to see her own death approaching. How would you feel about that, Juliet?

"There must be an easy way of proving you can see the future," Julia persisted as the three of them walked up the stairs toward the study. Rachel had gone back to the butler's pantry, satisfied Greg and Gabriel posed no threat.

"I can give you a short-term localised prediction, but you must remember that you possess the ability to alter that future. Nothing is a certainty. For instance, I could tell you what I see you eating for dinner tonight; but it would be singularly pointless as you could order the cook to prepare something else just to prove the prediction wrong."

"So make it something I won't alter." She glanced at Greg to see if he approved of her badgering. He must've understood how intrigued people would be.

Eighth time you've looked at him.

Wipe OtherEyes.

The abrupt silence was like an empty hole, torn out. She felt a fragment of guilt, this was Grandpa she was punishing. But he shouldn't abuse the privilege, he had to learn that.

Gabriel's eyes had that distant focus, just like Greg. As though the gland lifted them out of this universe for a while.

"This afternoon, four o'clock, you'll get a call from your precision cybernetics division in London. The manager will submit the last quarter returns; and he'll keep emphasising the efficiency figures, they're up by five per cent."

"All right," Julia said enthusiastically. Four o'clock, an hour and a half, she could wait that long. Typical of regional managers to fish for compliments.

"Unless you call him first and ask for the report," Gabriel pointed out.

"I won't. I think I believe anyway. You'd never be so bold if you weren't certain."

Greg and Gabriel both seemed content with her answer. She showed them into the study, walking straight to her seat at the head of the table.

"Look, Grandpa, Greg's come to visit us, and he's brought a friend."

Julia noticed Gabriel's reticence as she sat down. The woman's gaze never left the black column on the table as she perched on the front edge of the wooden seat. If she really could see the future how could anything shock her?

Julia listened to her grandfather saying hello in a civil tone, giving away nothing. Then Greg started to report on his progress to date. Her eyes wandered while he was speaking and she saw Gabriel was using the gland again.

"Bugger," Philip Evans exclaimed when Greg had finished. "That fucking Ministry of Defence, more bloody trouble than it's worth. I never knew it leaked that badly. The whole hacker circuit, you say?"

"'Fraid so, they all know you've cracked the giga-conductor, and been awarded development contracts."

"So it could be any of the kombinates," Julia said. "You've no leads."

"A lot of negatives, which is cutting down the field considerably. At the moment my personal suspicion is Kendric di Girolamo and a highly placed mole. Place as much emphasis on that as you wish."

"Vengeance." Philip Evans sounded sceptical. "If he's that twisted why not try to assassinate Juliet here? Got to be cheaper than buying eight hotrod hackers, and their silence. She's well protected, but no security is proof against a professional hardliner tekmerc, not when he's striking out of the blue."

She shrank a little inside, compressed by steely arctic fingers. It's only theory, she told herself, don't let it bother you. But there was no need for him to say it quite so bluntly.

"I don't know," said Greg. "I still don't understand why Kendric allowed Julia to buy him out. Even if he didn't know about the giga-conductor when he started the memox-spoiler operation, he certainly did by the time she confronted him."

"I see what you mean," Julia said. "We filed the patent on November the fifteenth, and informed the Ministry of Defence on the seventeenth. Even assuming Kendric doesn't have a mole feeding him data, he ought to have known it existed by the end of the year at the latest, like your contact did; which would've given him months to work out the implications before I hit him with the buyout. He should've held on for all he was worth, risked family displeasure over Siebruk Orbital. For those stakes they would've forgiven him anything. In fact, now he has withdrawn the di Girolamo house, they're going to be furious with him when I go public with the giga-conductor and they realise what they've lost out on." The idea of Kendric giving up bothered her deeply. Kendric was smart and crafty. That bastard would have something in reserve. She knew he would.

Gabriel stirred, blinking rapidly. "Wilholm's staff are clear," she announced.

"From what?" Julia asked.

"From knowing your grandfather is stored in this NN core. They hadn't put it together like your father."

Julia knew her cheeks were reddening at the reminder, and didn't care, not any more. "How do you know?"

"I scanned the possible futures where Greg interviews each of them this afternoon, he wouldn't find any culpability. Oh, except that your gardeners are flogging ten per cent of Wilholm's vegetables on the village market."

"Little buggers," Philip squawked.

"Oh shush, Grandpa, I know all about that."

"How come?"

"I'm mistress of the manor, remember? It's my job to know." She turned back to Gabriel. "I thought you said nothing about the future was certain?"

"Not in the future, no," said Gabriel. "But if the staff had known about the NN core and passed on the data, that would mean they'd pieced the knowledge together in the past, it's already happened, an immutable fact."