"Wait." Novosty reached for his arm. "She's lying. This is a disk from a computer. There must be other copies."
"Yes." She was finally coming to her senses. "There are plenty of other copies. In my computer. In—"
"Where is it?" Inagawa looked at her.
"It's—it's at the hotel. The Galaxy." She was trying desperately to think. "And then I left another—"
"You're lying. We have been there. They said a tavern keeper came and took all your luggage." He was staring down the street, toward Zeno's place. "They also told us where he could be found. We will go there now."
"My friends," Novosty interrupted again, "it would be most unwise to attempt any violence on a Greek national here. The consequences could be extremely awkward, for all of us."
"We must retrieve it."
"But why not do it the easy way?" He tried to smile. "There's another man here, traveling with her. We should work through him. I know he will deal. He's a professional."
"Who is he?"
"An American. If we hold her, keep her alive, we can use her to make him bring it to us. We can offer a trade."