The address was eight miles away and thirty-one years old.
Soma pulled three public maps, two sealed property records, and one hospital licensing archive onto the wall screen. None of them agreed.
On the city map, the address was a condemned clinic.
On the property record, it was a utility lot.
On the hospital archive, it still had a name.
MERCY CIVIC RECOVERY ANNEX.
Sam stood under the screen with the green Record clamped shut in both hands.
"No," he said.
Caleb had expected that answer.
The silver had too.
It leaned toward the Record like the book had become a handle.
Caleb put his hands behind his back.
"Say why."
Sam looked at him. "Because she asked for it."
"That is one reason."
"It is enough."
Tali kept one hip against the workbench, tablet angled toward her chest. "Recommendation. We treat the request as hostile and still ask what it reveals."
"It reveals she wants our book," Sam said.
"It reveals she knows what it is," Rina said.
