Zero History

done, by this time tomorrow.”
“Stall,” said Garreth.
“Stall?”
“I can probably put something together, but I’ll need closer to forty-eight hours.”
“There may be risk for me, in doing that,” said Bigend.
“Not as much risk as there is in my calling the police,” said Hollis. “And the Times and
the Guardian. There’s that man at the Guardian who particularly has it in for you, isn’t
there?”
Bigend stared at her.
“Tell them you’ve lost him,” said Garreth, “but that you’ll get him back. I’ll help you
with messaging.”
“What are you, Mr. Wilson?”
“A hungry man. With a gammy leg.”
“I recommend the full English.”