"All right, Juliet," her grandfather said in a calmer voice. "I'll be good."

She gave him a tentative smile.

"I don't believe the crystal-furnace operatives are representative of Event Horizon personnel as a whole, nor any of the other Zanthus workers for that matter," Walshaw said. "Theirs is an extraordinarily high-stress situation. There is an average of three fatalities a year, a significant chance of radiation poisoning, and the psychological pressures from living in such a closed environment are way above normal. Those factors came out time and again from all the interviewees."

"Yeah, OK," Philip Evans said grumpily. "I'm a no-good mill owner, exploiting his downtrodden workers. What else is new? You got any good news for me?"

"Greg Mandel should've pulled the last of the furnace operators by this time tomorrow. We'll be sending up the replacements on an afternoon flight, so from tomorrow evening the spoiler will be over. Plus, the memox crystals tagged as contaminated last week haven't been dumped yet. That's nearly two million Eurofrancs we'll recover."

"Jesus, chucking away perfectly good crystals like a crap dump. That's a bugger, that is." He gave Julia a forlorn smile.

Walshaw shrugged. "Only way to do it."

"What about the people who organised this?" Julia asked. Walshaw hadn't said anything about them, as if they didn't matter. He lived for the game, not the players, she felt sure of it.

"Difficult," he said.

"Why?" She made it come out flat and cold, and never mind if he disapproved.

"This is what we call a finale deal. It's all cut-offs, understand? The tekmercs who made the moves, turned our people, they'd be assembled by an old pro, someone with a reputation. This leader, he's the only point of contact between the team and the backers, the ones who want Event Horizon spoiled. Now first we'd have to find one of the tekmercs. OK, maybe we could do that; they've all gone to ground right now, but a deal this size is going to leave traces, and we've got some pretty accurate descriptions. Once we get a tekmerc we extract the team leader's name."

"How?" she blurted, cursing herself instantly. This was why she'd never probed security before. The secret horror, and fascination. Right down at the bottom of all the smart moves were people who deliberately inflicted pain on each other, who chose to do that.