Thayu split her attention between the discussion and her reader, which displayed Sirkonen’s file in the familiar array of hexadecimal data in which she seemed to have patched more holes. She had restored two maps.
“We try to contact the son,” the female guard was saying. “He lives in this town. He might have something.”
Security seemed to have everything under control.
I dragged my reader onto my lap and connected with the news services. Flash Newspoint. I read through the headlines.
Housing crisis in Europe.
India defeats South Africa in cricket.
Our promise to the poor: Danziger.
I selected the last article and skimmed through text that spoke of Danziger’s commitment to suffering people of central Asia and Africa. Housing for refugees of the dust storms. Water recycling plants. Im
