Benjamin, she thought. Targeted by the Ghost. “Why?” she demanded. “Why would somebody do that?” “I’m not sure,” Buckland said. “But the post is already an hour old. He could be very close already. We have to find somewhere for Benjamin to hide.” Ash grabbed her bike, the one she’d left outside the Googleplex when she arrived. She jumped on and started pumping the pedals, headed for the hotel they’d checked into. She said, “And then what? Just wait for him to give up?” “He won’t give up.” Buckland’s voice was grim. “He always gets what he wants.” “Then what can we do? How do we stop him?” “We make sure we’re the highest bidders.” Sweat erupted along Ash’s brow. “Have you got enough?” “I...I don’t know.” “You don’t know?”
