Ramona followed him, paused, and tossed a brief message to Haider’s in-box from her implant. “What’s this?” Haider asked. “One of my childhood friends. Two children, natural conception for both. Both born with the Tarim mutation. They are now five and three. I thought you and Damien could use someone to talk to, and Olivia Solis has gone through this gauntlet.” Haider smiled. “Maybe I won’t take all of your money. Just some of it. Happy hunting, she-wolf.”
