“Are you kidding?” Lorcan raised his voice.
“I’m dead serious.” Caedmon glanced around the technology station where people paid to work temporarily on computers. It was, he figured, what was known as an Internet cafe in ancient times.
“It’s not going to work. I need my equipment, and I need to be at my station in the Daimon Gate.”
“Uncle Lorcan, you know very well that as soon as you return to the Daimon Gate, you won’t be able to move a single hair in the wrong direction or you’ll lose your head. That’s why I asked you to do it while we’re here.”
Lorcan glanced around then lowered his voice. “We need serious s**t to hack the LeBlancs’ system. The scrap metal they call computers here just won’t do the job.”
“I’m not asking you to hack. I’m asking you to create an identity for me so I
