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She can see past our metadata, so I don’t want a cop within a mile of me. Since we can’t communicate without blowing my cover, we use a signal. Don’t look at me. What can I do for you, Sol Grayson, stockbroker? I want to get rid of an affair. Well, not even an affair really. I… I don’t care. Cash only. Let’s go somewhere we won’t be disturbed. Your apartment. When she does show, all we’ve got to do is get her close enough for Lester to scan her frequency. We trace her chain of proxies to her record of the killings. We got her. Drink? I’m in. Just like that? Here we go. Here’s how it works. Believe it or not, I got a policy. To respect your privacy, I’m only going to look at what you want me to see. Nothing more. That is, unless you cross me. Do that, and you will wish you were dead. Sounds reasonable. Well? A week ago… Monday… about —. I see her. That the girl you want gone? Yeah. You want me to fix her side too? I can leave a gap. What if she looks back and see it’s gone? Doesn’t seem like the type of girl who looks back. Better not to leave it lying around. She could use it against you. Yes. What do you want in its place to fill the timeline? Went to bed earlier than I did. Problem is you called your girlfriend after the hooker left. Yeah. And I’m guessing it’s the girlfriend you don’t want seeing the rendezvous. If your girl looked back, she’d see that the call isn’t there. A night at a bar? Too many other people. Complicates things. I’ll make it look like you were alone in your apartment. From another night that you were alone in your apartment. Luckily, there are a few to choose from. No wonder you hired a hooker. I’ll show you what I’m doing. It’s all the media you consume I got to fix. How jealous is your girlfriend? Anyone looking close, especially another fixer… they’re gonna see the joins unless I’m here ’til next week. Worse things in the world? You can’t afford me. Yes. So business is good. You’d be surprised what people want to pretend never happened. Any job you wouldn’t take? Help someone get away with murder. Depends who they killed. See ya next time. I’m going to have to remove me from your life, too. This, tonight. Where are you? So strange to look at you and see nothing. No name. No data, nothing. You must get a lot of stares. I don’t go out much. And when I do, I keep my head down. People think it’s a mistake. Why not use an alias? I don’t want to exist as someone else. I don’t want to exist. You have a name. I do. What, is that it? I don’t mean to be rude. I got another customer. What about people with memories of you? Like me? You can’t get rid of memories. I can think of a way. I’m going to take a wild guess that you don’t have a permit for that. Turn around. Look away. Don’t worry. I’ll get rid of everything of me in your record up until the last time you looked at me. Just now. Sal? I got her fifth proxy. I don’t have her record. Yet. Why didn’t she kill you? Sorry to disappoint you, Charlie. That’s right. She didn’t you. Not her type, I guess. What’s to say she doesn’t go into your record and see her stockbroker suddenly become a cop? I don’t think so. She said something. She said, “I only look at what you want me to see.” Principled serial killer. I don’t know why. I believed her. Reinforcements. Tech specialist, CT unit. Commissioner’s personal recommendation. My. Sal, Cyrus Frear. Hi. Hi. We’re in. What happens now? We watch. We can only see through her eyes, what she’s doing right now. We can’t go back in her record until we trace her chain of proxies. Concentrate. Find a clue. Just ’cause she doesn’t use the recog, doesn’t stop us. Eclectic taste. A lot of mid-century modern, high end. Any read on the building? Loft. Downtown. Only way to locate her record is when she’s active in the Ether. Find the last proxy, we find her. Matches the perp’s. Generally reload a gun ’cause you fired it. Mind’s Eye’s got nothing on it. I’ve got a feeling this girl doesn’t network. She’s careful where she looks. She’s in the Ether. How did she get past the protocols? Doesn’t seem to be an issue.