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After a ten-minute search, Eve managed to find a spot among the expensive European and American cars. Overhead, a trio of private minishuttles jockeyed for air space, circling as they looked for a clear landing.

Apparently, public transportation wasn’t high on the list in the neighborhood, and property was too dear to waste on garage facilities.

Still, New York was New York, and she locked th

e doors on her battered police issue before heading up the sidewalk. She watched a teenager skim by on an airboard. He took the opportunity to impress his small audience with a few complicated maneuvers, ending with a long, looping flip. Rather than disappoint him, Eve flashed him an appreciative grin.

“Nice moves.”

“I got the groove,” he claimed in a voice that was hovering between puberty and manhood with less security than he hovered over the sidewalk. “You board?”

“No. Too risky for me.” When she continued to walk, he circled around her, pivoting on the board with quick footwork.

“I could show you some of the easy scoots in five minutes.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. You know who lives there, in twenty-one?”

“Twenty-one? Sure, Mr. Angelini. You’re not one of his nibbles.”

She stopped. “I’m not?”

“Come on.” The boy cocked a grin, showing perfect teeth. “He goes for the dignified type. Older, too.” He did a quick vertical rock, side to side. “You don’t look like a domestic, either. Anyway, he mostly does the droid thing for that.”

“Does he have a lot of nibbles?”

“Only seen a few around here. Always come up in a private car. Sometimes they’ll stay till morning, but mostly not.”

“And how would you know?”

He grinned, unabashed. “I live right over there.” He pointed to a townhouse across the street. “I like to keep my eye on what’s doing.”

“Okay, why don’t you tell me if anybody came around last night?”

He swiveled his board, spun. “How come?”

“’Cause I’m a cop.”

His eyes widened as he studied her badge. “Wow. Decent. Hey, you think he popped his old lady? Gotta keep up with current events and shit for school.”

“This isn’t a quiz. Were you keeping your eye out last night? What’s your name?”

“It’s Barry. I was kind of hanging loose last night, watching some screen, listening to some tune. Supposed to be studying for this monster final in Comp Tech.”

“Why aren’t you in school today?”

“Hey, you’re not with the Truant Division?” His grin turned a little nervous. “It’s too early for class. Anyway, I got the three-day thing, E-school at home.”

“Okay. Last night?”

“While I was hanging, I saw Mr. Angelini go out. About eight, I guess. Then, late, probably closing on midnight, this other dude, flash car pulls up. He didn’t get out for awhile, just kinda sat there like he couldn’t make up his mind.”

Barry did a quick whirl-a-loop, dancing up the length of the board. “Then he went in. Walking funny. I figured he’d been dousing a few. Went right on in, so he knew the code. Didn’t see Mr. Angelini come back. I was probably zeeing by then. You know, catching winks.”

“Sleeping, yeah. I get it. Did you see anybody leave this morning?”

“Nope, but the flash car’s still there.”

“I see. Thanks.”

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