I tell Dorian when he meets me outside the security office. “I didn’t know who else to call with Brie working nights and Tati all the way in Old Town and…” “Don’t apologize!” Dorian says. He opens his arms and pulls me into a huge hug. I feel so safe that I don’t want to let go. “Maybe we should look for Nonda first.” I eye the security office warily. I have no interest in tangling with Medgers again today. “If she doesn’t have her HandHeld…” Dorian says, and I know he’s right. She could be wandering around anywhere and we’ll never find her. “The best thing to do is file a report and let security do its job.” Dorian takes my hand. “Come on,” he says and pulls me toward the entrance. I hate the Complex security office. Ever since my mother’s cyber hearing, it’s given me the heebie-jeebies. I remember holding my father’s hand as we walked into the room where Mom sat at a table with some schlubby guy who’d been sent by the Justice Consortium that repped all the Corp X warehouse workers whenever they got into trouble.
