“And the large sum of money you just sent from one of your accounts?”
Simms smiled, sure Ballard could at least see him. “A down payment on a slot at the clinic for myself. And thanks for being so concerned about my well-being.”
Ballard snorted with laughter. “And if I let the techs loose on your brain and all those exotic plug-ins of yours, you're saying they won't find the DNA of Mr. Jacks encrypted away somewhere?”
A warrant for a full brain-dump on a suspect was still hard to get, even on a genehunter. They both knew that. Simms had to hope it was too much trouble for Ballard to bother.
“Obviously not. That would also be illegal, Agent Ballard. I'm shocked at the suggestion.”
“Or, I suppose I could visit the clinic myself,” Ballard said. “Ask a few questions, see what really occur
