She hadn’t meant to steal that one. She’d been testing the range of a new reader model in the Ministry’s public lobby when a courier had walked past. Tall, nondescript, carrying a briefcase chained to his wrist. Their chips had exchanged the standard proximity handshake—and SCardSpy had done what it always did. It had copied the exchange without discrimination.
Voss’s smile didn’t waver. “Or else I release the full audit trail of every handshake you ever copied. Including the Omega Black one. The Ministry won’t care that you only wanted free coffee. They’ll care that you could have opened Section 9.” SCardSpy
Mira said nothing. The rain was soaking through her jacket. She hadn’t meant to steal that one