23910 Access Acre, Grid 4. The South Key Shipping Company. I knew it and she knew that I knew it. If she was trying to get the hell away from me, which seemed wise at first glance, she’d be trying to get there as fast as she could. Which meant that she was running, not walking, into the open arms of Cyrus the Locust. It was raining again. Not hard, but hard enough to make it tough to find a cab that would stop, and impossible to find one that would take paper money. After my second attempt I couldn’t get one to stop at all, which meant they’d put the word out on the radio about some louse near Freeville with a pocket full of paper before I got frustrated and hopped a fare without asking first. Even that would have been no mean feat, since most Guild hacks would take your QuikSwipe before they moved a metre. I turned and ran down the main drag into Freeville, known locally as the Corridor, looking left and right on the crowded sidewalk for what I needed.
