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“You know where Genna is?” Craven asked. “Can you contact her?”
It felt like a betrayal—Genna had sworn Aleph to secrecy, after all—but the movements of Garrick’s dogs changed that.
Aleph had already brought up her contact list, as soon as she’d realised the danger. She’d tapped, sent a couple of standard messages. But the ping-backs told her Genna had gone dark, hidden her screen.
“Trying,” she said, her fingers flying over her control panel, sending code scurrying through the system.
“Any success?”
He couldn’t shut up and let her work?
“Using an old triangulation technique. Shouldn’t work with this tech, but there are ways round that. Uses power pulses, modulation coefficients.” She knew Craven wouldn’t understand a word. “Need a co-eff below point seven, combined wit
