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Buck. “Should I pull over?”
    “No,” she said. “There’s nothing I can do now but shoot him full of morphine.”
    “That’ll help?”
    “It’ll just make him pain free and maybe knock him out before he dies.”
    “Something!” Floyd called out in a mournful wail. “Give me something!”
    Leah spun and knelt in her seat, digging through her bag. Buck slowed involuntarily as he tried to watch. This was too much. Floyd was going to die while Buck was racing around in the car! No good-byes, no prayer, no comforting words. Buck felt as if he hardly knew the man, and he had been living with him for more than a year.
    “Watch the road,” she said. “This will quiet him, but he’s never going to leave this car alive.”
    Sobs rose in Buck’s throat. He wanted to call Chloe, to tell her and the others. But how do you do that on the phone? Doc’s dying and I’m bringing a nurse to live with us? Pulling into the safe house without notice, carrying Floyd’s corpse and a new houseguest wouldn’t be much easier. But Buck had run out of options.
    Leah’s neighborhood, what was left of it, crawled with GC vehicles. The morphine had quieted Floyd. Leah slid onto the floor under the dash, and Buck avoided her street. He headed to Mount Prospect, hoping Floyd might at least have the privilege of dying in his own bed.

CHAPTER FOUR
    David Hassid walked Mac McCullum back to his quarters in the GC palace residential annex late that night. “There are things I haven’t told even Annie,” he said.
    “I knew you had somethin’ to tell me, kid. Otherwise, you’d be walking her back, wouldn’t you?”
    “We’re trying to not be seen together. I don’t even know if her meeting’s over.”
    “So, what’s up?” Mac said as they stood in the corridor outside his door.
    “You know I was on the palace antibugging installation task force.”
    “Yeah, how’d you wangle that appointment?”
    “Just kept telling Leon how important I thought it was to ensure total impregnability. I came in as a starry-eyed idealist, and they still see me that way. You know about the installation?”
    Mac nodded. “Best in history and all that.”
    “Yeah, except it needs constant monitoring.”
    “Naturally.”
    “I volunteered for that, and everybody was glad to let me have it,” David said.
    “I’m listening.”
    “So am I.”
    “What?”
    “I monitor the antibugging devices in Carpathia and Fortunato’s offices.”
    “Go on.”
    “My job is to find out if anyone’s trying to listen in. Well, I’m staying on top of it. And in the process I hear anything I want, any time I want.”
    Mac shook his head. “I wouldn’t have minded not knowing that. Man, David, you’re sitting on a time bomb.”
    “Don’t I know it. But it’s untraceable.”
    “Guaranteed?”
    “In one way it’s simple. In another it’s a miracle of technology. The stuff is actually being recorded onto a miniature disk embedded in the central processing unit of the computer that runs all of New Babylon.”
    “The one people like to call the Beast.”
    “Because it contains so much information about every living soul, yeah. But we both know the Beast is no machine.”
    Mac folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “One thing I’ve learned in surveillance work is that you never want to have hard copies of anything. Anything can eventually fall into the wrong hands.”
    “I know,” David said. “Let me tell you how I’ve protected it.”
    Mac looked around. “You sure we’re secure here?”
    “Hey! I’m in charge of that. What we’re saying could wind up on my disk, but no one else will ever hear it. I won’t hear it unless I choose to. If I do, it’s all categorized by date and time and location. And the fidelity is unparalleled.”
    Mac whistled through his teeth. “Someone had to manufacture this for you.”
    “That’s right.”
    “Someone you trust with your life.”
    “You’re looking at him.”
    “So how’d you make