"Very." He grimaced. "Reliability and quality performances are necessary assets in this business. Without it, you don't survive that long."
"I don't suppose you could give me their addresses?"
He frowned. "No, I'm sorry, but information like that is private. I couldn't hand it over without a warrant."
"What about a cell phone number? It's urgent that I speak with both women."
His frown deepened. "I'm not sure—"
"It's only a cell phone number," I said, using my most persuasive voice. "It's not like I can use it to track down their addresses or anything."
He snorted. "The Directorate could."
"The Directorate could have just pulled their driver's license details and gotten the information from there."
I could have, too—or rather, Stane could have. But I needed to take all the right steps to satisfy Hunter, and that had to include talking to the people who employed the two women.
He studied me for several seconds, then half shrugged. "I guess it won't hurt."
He leaned forward, pulled an old wireless keyboard out from under his desk, and began typing. I glanced at Azriel. Don't suppose you could take a sneaky look over his shoulder without him noticing?
I could. His tone was amused.
I smiled. Then would you?
Of course.
He appeared behind Parred. Shard lives in flat one, ten Martin Street, St. Kilda, and—he hesitated, waiting as Parred did some more typing—Sands lives in flat eleven, one twenty Newman Street, Kensington.