"That just leaves Dillan, then," Philip said, and Julia knew that tone of voice well enough. They were heading for another blazing row once Greg and Gabriel left. She wondered if Gabriel had seen it already? The woman's alleged ability was disturbing. It might be a good idea to be out on Tobias at four o'clock.

"Not quite," Greg pointed out. "We still have the whole NN core team to interview tomorrow, as well as the security division headquarters staff."

"I know all the NN core team, they're good people, boy. No worries on that score. It'll be Dillan, or someone in security, or even this mole of yours, you'll see."

"The NN core team still have to be checked off," Greg said, polite but unyielding. "Process of elimination; old procedure, but it can't be improved on."

"Don't interfere with the experts, Grandpa. Isn't that what you always say?"

"Juliet, you're impossible!" Even with his construct voice he managed to convey affection.

A truce. She pulled a face at the NN core.

"What about you, Gabriel?" Philip asked. "Can't you see the results of these interviews Greg is going to hold?"

"Sorry. That's tomorrow morning, and several kilometres away. Can't stretch that far."

"Well, what about if Greg was to interview Dillan? Today, here?"

Gabriel stiffened. "Your son has no idea whether or not he told anybody. He is only aware of your translocation on odd occasions," she said reproachfully. The implication for responsibility hovered almost tangibly in the air.

Julia realised that Gabriel was more redoubtable than her appearance suggested. Like Greg, the gland gave her total access to a soul's weakness. Did Grandpa have a soul? That old-style April chill closed around her.

Primate Marcus was preaching to her again, hand on Bible, scorning hubris and human greed. Temptations that would result in your ultimate downfall. Sweet Jesus had shown people the way by rejecting both.

And Grandpa certainly hadn't abandoned anything.

"What about the NN core?" Greg asked.

"Yes," said Gabriel. "Though it could go either way."

"What's that supposed to mean, m'dear?" Philip Evans asked.

"As I explained to Julia, the future is never definite," Gabriel said. "There are a multitude of alternate possibilities. The best indicator of certainty is when a lot of those futures hold a common theme. You understand? It's like gambling. If two-thirds of the possible futures which I see have it raining tomorrow, then it will most likely rain. But it isn't an absolute. The further into the future, the more hazy my predictions."

"So what's going to go both ways?" Julia asked raptly.

"A second attack on your grandfather's NN core. I'd say there was a sixty per cent probability it will happen."

"Does this attack succeed?" Philip asked.

"Not if you take simple preventive measures," Gabriel said. "Forewarned is forearmed. Do you believe me?"

"Damn right I do, m'dear. What sort of attack, a data-squirt blitz like last time?"