"I know that," Julia shot back. "I didn't want to believe he'd do that to me, not Greg. I trusted him, like nobody else. That's why I slipped him the St. Christopher. To find out what he was doing. Then he went with Kendric, and I had to believe."

"It's all down to Gabriel Thompson," Walshaw said. "Her precognition ability would suggest it is impossible to snatch or even surprise her. Therefore she and Greg went with di Girolamo out of their own choice."

"Christ, man, I don't know about that. Gabriel is one hotshot gal, but that psi gland messes her about something serious. You've only ever seen her on the up. In Turkey I seen her down, and you just can't get any lower and still be human." Teddy made a fist and rapped on the table with it. "OK, listen; you count Gabriel and her precog outta all this, you gotta scene where Greg's in deep shit. Right? Ain't I right?"

Julia turned to Walshaw, face tilted up with hope.

"Yes, all right," said the security chief. "Psi was always looked on as a wild card when I was in active service. I just thought they'd improved it since my day. Greg and Gabriel seemed to have it down pat."

Teddy gave a fast grin. "Now we are getting somewhere." He looked at Julia. "OK, gal, you work your magic spy trick on Greg again, tell us exactly where he is, and we'll squirt the co-ords out to my troops." He glared at Ryder. "That's if you ain't screwed my laser. And maybe Event Horizon can loan the Trinities a couple of Prowlers to jump 'em out to wherever Greg is now. I wanna get this settled soon as."

Julia became fluttery with concern, "I can't find out where Greg is now. Grandpa was plugged into every piece of gear Wilholm has. It's all glitched by the virus. We have to wait until the company security people outside write an antithesis."

Teddy's face wound up with pain. "Jesus. They've had Greg for hours. You got any idea what they could've done to him by now? That bimbo friend of yours wasn't the half of it. They were being nice to her."

"The situation is hardly Miss Evans's fault," Walshaw said smartly.

Julia had closed tortured eyes.

"Yeah, OK," said Teddy. "So let me use the message laser, plug it into the man's NN core. I got someone who can write an anti-thing in zero time."

"There is nobody better than our experts," Walshaw said.

"Bullshit! Son is the best there's ever been. Melted through your security core guardians like butter to get at the manor defence specs, didn't he? We wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for him. How the hell do you think Greg found Tentimes? Who backtracked Ellis for you?"