The screen cleared to show Teddy's face. "Eleanor, right? What's up, gal?"

She let out a sob of relief.

Teddy's frown grew as she explained. She wondered if she was coming over like a hysterical jilted girl. He had to realise how important this was.

"Greg didn't leave any message for you at all?" Teddy asked when she finished. And he was taking it seriously. Her confidence rose a fraction; she wasn't alone any more.

"None."

"That ain't right," Teddy said. "Greg would always cover himself, standard procedure. And Gabriel's cybofax is dead too?"

"Yes; at least, English Telecom says both of them are outside the satellite footprint."

Teddy paused for a moment. "OK, my people left 'em going into the Event Horizon finance division office. I can't believe the company would waste 'em. They knew they could trust Greg, and it ain't that sort've deal anyway. 'Sides, they let my people get clear. Thing that bothers me is Gabriel. She's like invincible, you know?" He started typing on his terminal keyboard, looking at something off camera. Unintelligible voices stuttered in the background. "OK, I want you to call that Morgan Walshaw guy for me. You'll get shoved around by secretaries and the like, don't take no shit. Insist on speaking to him. Him only. Ask him if he knows where Greg is. Then call me right back; you'll get straight through this time. I'm gonna see what I can find out about Gabriel, if she ever got back."

"How?"

Teddy's face melted into a fast keen grin. "I got friends everywhere."

"Oh." She felt foolish asking.

"Eleanor, you did good calling me, gal. We'll get him back for you."

And he was gone before she could thank him.

Eleanor tugged on a silk blouse before she called Event Horizon, respectable from the waist up, twisting damp hair into a ponytail. Morgan Walshaw's number was in the terminal's memory core.

The screen lit with a polite-looking young man in a neat powder-blue business suit.

Eleanor swallowed. "This is Mandel Investigative Services," she said. "I'm returning Mr. Walshaw's call on a case we're covering for him."

He shrugged; friendly, she thought.

"I'm sorry," he said. "We can't reach Mr. Walshaw at the moment."

"If you check you'll see our company is cleared for direct access."

"Hey, I'm not giving you the run-around, not someone as pretty as you. Mr. Walshaw really is out of touch."

"Isn't that unusual?"

"Very. There's some big glitch in our communications net right now, really shot it up. It's headless-chicken chaos around here at the moment."

"I see." But she wasn't sure she believed.

"Listen, if it's really urgent why don't I call you back as soon as the glitch has been debugged? We've got Mandel Investigative Services number on file. Who shall I ask for?"

"Eleanor, Eleanor Broady."

"Pleased to meet you Eleanor, I'm Bernard Murton."