"But—"
"Also, I'll figure a way to let Kruze know about you. All about you, thrill-mills included."
"Traynor, for heaven's sakes—"
"Is it my way, then? My way, all the way?"
"Yes, Traynor, yes!"
"Good enough, then." I hesitated. "Look: Do you know a thil-shop over on MR2, about three squares from your place?"
"Yes."
"All right, then. Go there. If the lay of the land looks right, I'll join you."
"But—but—"
"Goodbye," I said, thumbed down the contact, and stepped back out of the voco station.