Other users were glazed and expressionless as they passively absorbed their porn of choice. While Petrovitch was being led by the manager to a free cubicle, he saw one elderly man stare with fascination at a line of windswept rock peaks, the sun rising red over the col between two of them and flooding the scene with light.

“Real?”

“VR. Somewhere Outzone, up north,” said the blue-turbaned proprietor. “How long do you want?”

“Five minutes on the net. You Okay with proxy servers?”

“I will be if I charge you for ten.”

Petrovitch hid his location and identity behind his usual proxy, a Tuvalu-based computer whose existence seemed to have been forgotten by its true owners. From there he went after Chain’s number, and simultaneously bought a single-use virtual phone from a provider.

“Chain,” said Chain.

“Detective Inspector Chain? It’s Petrovitch.”

“Petrovitch? That Petrovitch. How’s the heart?”

“Just about intact. Yeah, Chain, look…”

“I take it this isn’t a social call. Where are you now?”

“Datashop. Raj Singh’s. Chain…”

There was a brief pause while he was away from the microphone. “I can see it from the window. I take it there’s a reason you’re not at the front desk.”

“Chain, listen. Someone just tried to kill me.”

Chain coughed liquidly. “They did? That was quick off the mark.”

“You knew?”

“It was only a matter of time. There’s probably one or two things you need to know about the mess you’ve gotten yourself into. Come up and we can have a chat.”

“If I’m being watched, I don’t want to step foot inside a police station. So the only way I want my kit back, you thieving ment, is for you to bring it here.”

“There’s paperwork to fill in,” he said mildly. “Why don’t I meet you, and take you over to the station?”

“You’re not listening, Chain. I’m not going to appear to be helping you. I don’t even want to be anywhere near you.” Petrovitch checked the timer. “If this conversation is going to go nowhere, tell me now so I can set some lawyers on you.”

“You can have your whatever-it-is back. It’s clean. But there genuinely is paperwork, and you’re not worth my while cheating the system. Come on, Petrovitch, a little trust goes a long way.”

“You stole my property just so I’d have to call you, and you talk about trust?”

“Okay, point taken. I did want to check it, make sure you weren’t a low-level Oshicora foot soldier, but I could have done so on the quiet and brought it back to you in the hospital.” He coughed again. “I sort of believe you now, and maybe I can let the other side know you’re just some stupid kid who doesn’t know any better than to meddle in the affairs of gods. What do you reckon?”