"Well, I guess they thought they had a reason. But, Lise, what you read about Genomic Security in press releases isn't the whole story. That agency's bigger than Brian's little piece of it. When they break up a cloning ring or bust some longevity scam it makes the news, but they do other things that aren't so public."

"You know this for a fact?"

"It's what I've heard."

"From Fourths?"

"Well—from Tomas, for example."

"Unofficial kidnappings. This is insane."

To which he had no answer.

"I don't want to go back to my apartment," she said. "And I guess it wouldn't be any safer at your place."

"And I haven't dusted," Turk said, just to see a ghost of a smile pass across her lips. "We could rent a room."

"That doesn't guarantee they won't find us."

"If they want us, Lise, they can probably have us. It may be possible to change that, but for now we're better off assuming they know where we are. But I doubt they'll do anything drastic, at least not right away. It's not you they're after, and you're not the kind of person they can just pick up and work over.

So what do you want to do, Lise? What's your next step?"

"I want to do what I should have done months ago."

"What's that?"

"I want to find Avram Dvali."

* * * * *

They walked along the undulating pavement toward the harbor lights and the faint clang of cargo containers cycling through the quays. The streets were empty and lonesome, and the remnant dust caked on curbs and walls muffled the sound of their footsteps.

Turk said, "You want to go to Kubelick's Grave."

"Yes. All the way this time. Will you take me there?"

"Maybe. But there's someone we ought to talk to first. And, Lise, there are things you ought to do if you're serious about this. Let someone you trust know where you are and what's happening. Take out enough cash to keep you for a while and then don't touch your e-credit. Things like that."

She gave him that half-smile again. "What did you do, take a course in criminal behavior?"

"It comes naturally."

"Another thing. I can afford the time and money it takes to go underground for a while. But you have work to do, you have a business to run."

"That's not a problem."

I'm serious."

"So am I."

And that's the difference between us, Turk thought. She had a purpose: she was committed to finishing this post-mortem on her father's disappearance. He was just putting on his shoes and walking. Not for the first time, and in all likelihood not for the last.

He wondered if she knew that about him.

CHAPTER TEN

The senior Genomic Security operatives who had lately arrived from the States were named Sigmund and Weil, and Brian Gatelys teeth clenched every time the two men came to the DGS offices at the consulate.