“Unzip me, would you? Then we’ll get you out of sight. I need to talk to Colin and he shouldn’t know you’re here.” Colin would know Grace had brought someone home, of course, but the driver hadn’t recognized Suyana. Daniel hadn’t followed her; Chordata didn’t know where she was. There was a chance that she was, for the moment, invisible. She’d make the most of it. The flat was a cramped studio, with a bed and a table with two junkyard chairs and one cutting-edge viewscreen slapped to the wall that might as well have been labeled I AM TETHERED TO MY WORK. The UK might be willing to let Grace have the place, but they didn’t want her getting cozy and forgetting her duties. Grace slid out of her dress and grabbed a shirt from under one of the pillows. “There isn’t much place to hide. You want to be behind the bed or in the bathroom?” “The bed,” said Suyana. From there it would be harder to lock her in. She wanted (she hoped) to have time to breathe here, but it had been an educational day and she was prepared.
