"Tell you, this is all down to Kendric trying to snatch the giga-conductor patent from Julia, right? That's apart from his private psychosexual fixation on her, of course. First the memox spoiler, now feeding Armstrong information in return for a partnership when Event Horizon is nationalised. Lucifer's alliance, but which one is Old Nick? My money's on Kendric."

"Meaning?" Gabriel asked.

"Once Kendric's got the patent in his hands as Event Horizon's chairman I wouldn't like to sell Armstrong any life insurance. Even if his apparatchiks do begin running things again—and I think he's underrating the New Conservative inquisitors there—he can never return to public life. As he's already dead in everyone's mind there will be absolutely no comeback if Kendric has him killed for real. Hell, the bugger of it is, Kendric would even be a hero for doing it."

"You have a devious nasty mind, Gregory. And I love you for it."

"If I'm so smart, then why are we here?"

"I didn't say you were perfect."

"That's the truth, and no messing."

Gabriel was silent for a minute, contemplative, then, "I think I've worked out why our glands aren't functioning."

"The twins."

"Oh, you know."

"Process of elimination. I'm quite good at that when it's something paltry. I imagine their glands produce some kind of psi null-zone; I remember something like that being mentioned a couple of times back at the Brigade—never really paid attention. Notice that one stayed with Armstrong while we were snatched. No wonder the other Mindstar vets could never find him after the Second Restoration."

"So they won't find us now?"

"No. Morgan Walshaw might put it together eventually. But not by tomorrow morning. And even then, there's nothing to lead him to Wisbech."

Gabriel rested her head on the metal railings, smiling forlornly. "Pity. I was getting quite used to having a human brain again. I could've lived without the gland. Surprising really. I suppose I associate it with childhood."

"Armchair psychiatrist," he teased.

"Greg."

It was going to be bad news, no espersense required. "Yeah."

She took a breath. "Kendric asked you if we had identified his contact in Event Horizon."

For a moment he thought the cold-turkey fever had come back to rattle his bruised brain, "Oh Jesus," he groaned. "There was a mole."

"Yes," she said feebly. "We didn't do very good, did we Greg?"

"No. Shit! Who? We checked everybody. Everybody, God damn it!"

"Wish I knew. He must've been the one who fingered us for Kendric's snatch squad. Who knew we were going to the finance office?"

He felt like banging his head against the railing, it certainly wouldn't do any damage, there was nothing inside which bloody worked. No messing. "Julia, Walshaw, that doctor who sorted Katerina out, Victor Tyo."

"Victor Tyo? He's a security programmer, isn't he? Convenient. And he knew you were going to visit Ellis. Somebody was bloody quick off the mark there."