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ium two half an hours ago, and had gotten up to pee once already. Arturo slipped the toy soldiers into the pocket of his winter parka and pulled on a hat and gloves and set off for the mall.
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The stink of the smellie movie clogged his nose, a cacophony of blood, gore, perfume and flowers, the only smells that Hollywood ever really perfected. Liam was kissing a girl in the dark, but it wasn't Ada, it was a sad, skinny thing with a lazy eye and skin worse than Liam's. She gawked at Arturo as he hauled Liam out of his seat, but a flash of Arturo's badge shut her up.
"Hello, Liam," he said, once he had the kid in the commandeered manager's office.
"God *damn* what the fuck did I ever do to you?" the kid said. Arturo knew that when kids started cursing like that, they were scared of something.
"Where has Ada gone, Liam?"
"Haven't seen her in months," he said.
"I have been bugging you ever since I found out you existed. Every one of your movements has been logged. I know where you've been and when. And I know where my daughter has been, too. Try again."
Liam made a disgusted face. "You are a complete ball of shit," he said. "Where do you get off spying on people like me?"
"I'm a police detective, Liam," he said. "It's my job."
"What about privacy?"
"What have you got to hide?"
The kid slumped back in his chair. "We've been renting out the OLED clothes. Making some pocket money. Come on, are infra-red *lights* a crime now?"
"I'm sure they are," Arturo said. "And if you can't tell me where to find my daughter, I think it's a crime I'll arrest you for."
"She has another phone," Liam said. "Not listed in her name."
"Stolen, you mean." His daughter, peddling Eurasian infowar tech through a stolen phone. His ex-wife, the queen of the super-intelligent hive minds of Eurasian robots.
"No, not stolen. Made out of parts. There's a guy. The code for getting on the network was in a phone book that we started finding las