She was actually laughing. "You're thinking of Central Europe, Tom, not Naples. And anyway--" she was laughing only with her eyes now--"I do not believe that the legends say that vampires are produced by intravenous injections of chlorpromazine and pethidine in a lytic solution--which is, I believe, the current technique at the clinics." I flared peevishly: "Damn it, don't you want him saved?" The laughter was gone. She gently touched my hand. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a shrew and that remark wasn't kind. Must we discuss it?" "Yes!" "Very well." She faced me, chin out and fierce. "My father does not have radiation poisoning, Tom." "He does." "He does not! He is a prisoner, not a patient. He loved Naples. That's why he was put to sleep--for fifty years, or a hundred, until everything he knew and loved grows away from him and nobody cares what he has to say any more. They won't kill him--they don't have to! They just want him out of the way, because he sees the Company for what it is." "And what is that?" "Tyranny, Tom," she said quietly. * * * * * I burst out, "Rena, that's silly! The Company is the hope of the world. If you talk like that, you'll be in trouble. That's dangerous thinking, young lady. It attacks the foundations of our whole society!" "Good! I was hoping it would!" We were shouting at each other like children. I took time to remember one of the priceless rules out of the Adjusters' Handbook: _Never lose your temper; think before you speak_. We glared at each other in furious silence for a moment before I forced myself to simmer down. Only then did I remember that I needed to know something she might be able to tell me. Organization, Defoe had said--an organization that opposed the Company, that was behind Hammond's death and the riot at the clinic and more, much more. "Rena, why did your friends kill Hammond?" Her poise was shaken. "Who?" she asked. "Hammond. In Caserta. By a gang of anti-Company hoodlums." Her eyes flashed, but she only said: "I know nothing of any killings." "Yet you admit you belong to a subversive group?" "I admit nothing," she said shortly. "But you do. I know you do. You said as much to me, when you were prevented from reviving your father." She shrugged. I went on: "Why did you call me at the office, Rena? Was it to get me to help you work against the Company?" She looked at me for a long moment. Then she said: "It was. And would you like to know why I picked you?" "Well, I suppose--"