The message bothered Kim more than its contents did.
[Hacker]: I cannot trace it. I want you to understand how strange that is. I can trace almost anything.
[Hacker]: This came into your handset through a relay that is on no registry I can reach, and I reach most of them, and it left nothing behind it. Somebody wanted you to have it and wanted me not to find them. I do not like either half of that.
"I thought they took your reach," Caleb said.
[Hacker]: They took the board and the votes. They did not take my hands. What I have left is what I built before VeilWard had a name, which is less than I had Tuesday and more than they think.
The message was three lines.
*The old yard off Cutter Lane. The one they shut down. Come alone, kid, and keep your lungs clear going in, the low bays still hold bad air.*
Caleb read it twice, then read the last line a third time on its own.
"It's him," he said.
[Hacker]: It is a string of text. Anyone who knew about the yard could have sent it.
