"You can't," said Julia. It was the first time she'd spoken.

"Why not, gal?" Teddy asked. He wasn't quite so abusive to her.

"I'm not quite sure of his exact position any more."

"Way they was headed will do. We'll pick 'em up soon as they put into port."

Julia consulted Walshaw silently. The security chief shrugged.

"Last time I checked, Greg was in Wisbech," Julia said.

"Wisbech?" Teddy asked.

"Yah."

"What, Wisbech in the basin? How the fuck did he get there?"

"I'm not sure. It wasn't fast enough to be a plane, we thought perhaps a hovercraft."

Teddy narrowed his eyes. "How come you know that? You weren't following him."

"I gave him my St. Christopher. It's got a transmitter in it, a very complex frequency hopper. Event Horizon's Earth Resource satellite platforms are equipped with sensors which can pick up the signal anywhere on the planet. I wear it in case I get kidnapped."

"And you gave it to Greg? Why, for Christ's sake?"

"I wanted to know what he was doing, where he was. You see, Kendric has done a deal with the PSP and Greg didn't tell me."

"PSP?" Teddy half rose from the chair. "You telling me PSP is plugged in on this?"

"Yah," Julia said.

"Then, gal, you are way, way outta line saying Greg ain't on the level. While rich bitches like you were living it up abroad, that rat-prick Armstrong was screwing us into the ground. Me and my troops, we were fighting his Constables. We fucking died so you could swan back here and make money outta us. Eight years Greg was out on those streets. Hardest there is, and they nearly broke him. But he stood and fought. So don't you ever sit in front of me and tell me he's gone and done a deal with no fucking Armstrong relics. You ain't good enough to shovel up his shit. You hear me!"

Julia shrank back in the seat, her tawny eyes wide. "I wasn't sure," she pleaded. "That's why I gave him the transmitter. Because I didn't understand."

"Understand what?"

She swallowed hard, looking round the room in desperation. "Victor. You were there at Ellis's flat. Ellis told you that the Cray which Greg crashed was loaded with millions of personal files. Everyone important in England, that's what he said."

"Yes," Victor agreed cautiously.

"See?" Julia asked Teddy.

"See what?"

Julia covered her face in her hands, veiling the sting of misery in her eyes. "Nobody sees. It's me. Those bloody nodes. I kept looking at it until I had the answer," Her hands dropped to the table, palms down, fingers wide. "Who? Who, in this whole wide world is going to compile millions of files on people living in this country?"

"God damn." The anger fled from Teddy; his chair creaked as it took his full weight again. "PSP."

"The amount of data in even one of the Crays was far too much for anyone to snatch from a mainframe, the squirt would last for days. Ellis had to have direct access to the Ministry of Public Order mainframe at some time before the circuit hotrods crashed it and the PSP fell. The one explanation which fits is that he was an ex-apparatchik; and only a high ranker would have an authority code that'd clear duplication copying on that scale. And he was running a team of hackers that are disrupting the English economy. That's the oldest trick in the political book; cause dissatisfaction with the current government, and people always turn to the opposition. It had to mean that Ellis was still actively working for the PSP."

"OK," Teddy said. "So maybe Greg ain't so fast these days, didn't see the connection straight off. Don't mean he's turned."

"I know that," Julia shot back. "I didn't want to believe he'd do that to me, not Greg. I trusted him, like nobody else. That's why I slipped him the St. Christopher. To find out what he was doing. Then he went with Kendric, and I had to believe."

"It's all down to Gabriel Thompson," Walshaw said. "Her precognition ability would suggest it is impossible to snatch or even surprise her. Therefore she and Greg went with di Girolamo out of their own choice."

"Christ, man, I don't know about that. Gabriel is one hotshot gal, but that psi gland messes her about something serious. You've only ever seen her on the up. In Turkey I seen her down, and you just can't get any lower and still be human." Teddy made a fist and rapped on the table with it. "OK, listen; you count Gabriel and her precog outta all this, you gotta scene where Greg's in deep shit. Right? Ain't I right?"

Julia turned to Walshaw, face tilted up with hope.

"Yes, all right," said the security chief. "Psi was always looked on as a wild card when I was in active service. I just thought they'd improved it since my day. Greg and Gabriel seemed to have it down pat."

Teddy gave a fast grin. "Now we are getting somewhere." He looked at Julia. "OK, gal, you work your magic spy trick on Greg again, tell us exactly where he is, and we'll squirt the co-ords out to my troops." He glared at Ryder. "That's if you ain't screwed my laser. And maybe Event Horizon can loan the Trinities a couple of Prowlers to jump 'em out to wherever Greg is now. I wanna get this settled soon as."

Julia became fluttery with concern, "I can't find out where Greg is now. Grandpa was plugged into every piece of gear Wilholm has. It's all glitched by the virus. We have to wait until the company security people outside write an antithesis."

Teddy's face wound up with pain. "Jesus. They've had Greg for hours. You got any idea what they could've done to him by now? That bimbo friend of yours wasn't the half of it. They were being nice to her."

"The situation is hardly Miss Evans's fault," Walshaw said smartly.

Julia had closed tortured eyes.

"Yeah, OK," said Teddy. "So let me use the message laser, plug it into the man's NN core. I got someone who can write an anti-thing in zero time."

"There is nobody better than our experts," Walshaw said.

"Bullshit! Son is the best there's ever been. Melted through your security core guardians like butter to get at the manor defence specs, didn't he? We wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for him. How the hell do you think Greg found Tentimes? Who backtracked Ellis for you?"

"You expect me to allow some kind of super hacker to plug directly into Philip Evans's NN core?" Walshaw asked. "The heart of the entire company? Not a chance. I'm more than willing to do whatever I can to help Greg, once the virus is broken. But that is out."

"You owe us, man. You owe us so bad it's gonna take you a couple of centuries to kick your debt. You are responsible for Greg being where he is now. You hired him, you put him there."

Eleanor watched Walshaw stare up at the ceiling, brows knotted with furious concentration. Greg's life was being decided inside his skull, she realised. It was obvious that Julia would follow his decision. The girl looked dreadfully unhappy.

"Miss Evans?" Eleanor said. She was distantly bemused by how such an awfully reedy voice as hers had become could attract everyone's rapt attention. They all wanted someone to produce a miracle, blow away their dilemma. She couldn't, of course. "You don't know me, Miss Evans, but I live with Greg, and I love him. He would never betray you. I suppose you think of him as a hard man, never showing much feeling. He is in a way. I have only ever seen him let emotion overrun common sense on one occasion. That was when he found out what di Girolamo had done to your friend, Katerina. All he could think about was getting her out. He cared about her, a girl he'd only ever met for a few minutes before. Does that tell you anything about him? I have also met Royan, the hacker Teddy wants to plug into your grandfather's NN core. I was sick to my stomach for a day alter I met him, I couldn't eat, couldn't drink. Royan doesn't even have any legs, Miss Evans. He doesn't have any arms. He doesn't even have eyes. To look at him you wouldn't even believe he was a human being. Physically he is a lump of flesh with a digestive system and a brain which is plugged into some gear. The PSP did that to him, their People's Constables. But I've talked with him, had coffee with him, he's one of the most decent, bravest people in the world. He knows what pain really is; he isn't about to harm you or your grandfather."