Should you need to reach me, you’ll find you have me in your contacts.” Lev closed the door behind them as they left the room. “Sampled our fucking DNA,” said Ossian, examining the palm of the hand that had shaken Lowbeer’s. “Of course she did,” said Ash, to Netherton, else she encrypt. “How could she be positive we’re who we claim to be?” “We could bloody sample hers,” said Ossian, frowning down at the teacup Lowbeer had used. “And be renditioned,”
