"Yeah, it does," Saturday says absently. "I mean, not UCAS, they don't even field cops. But Lone Star, Knight Errant and the rest, the contracted security gigs - they'll at least come in, but not in groups less than five and not without ordnance. And they won't unless there's real people in danger, you know, a burbclave or a SINner or something."

She's still thinking about arrows, and bubbling wet breath, and a heart that holding on tight couldn't keep beating.