"THIS IS STUPID," Teth said. "Why isn't Rich with us?"

A flying scrap of paper caught against his heel. He brushed it away, sending it skittering beyond the alley, into the dark street.

"I may not care much for my old man," Lisha said, "but he's the only one the other cells will speak with. Even if he's not in harm's way, he's doing his part."

"Bet Cal could've figured them out," said Eve. "He was always good with that stuff."

Teth placed a hand on her ...