Iharu killed the engine at Eighth and Forge at oh-six-ten.
He sat in the cab for forty seconds with the visor on and the optics running. The lower industrial district was empty at this hour. Shift change had been at oh-five-thirty. The second-shift crews were inside the foundry buildings. The Hacker had tripped the yard access locks behind them.
He had three blocks of empty street, no civilians outside, and one statue.
He caught it twice on the optics in those forty seconds. Both times it was at the edge of the foundry slab, in the open, between two derelict crane bays. The first read showed a refraction trail like heat shimmer over hot asphalt. The second read showed nothing where the trail had ended.
The Glass had moved into a structure he could not see.
He killed the visor, took it off, set it on the passenger seat, and stepped out of the truck.
The optics were not going to work.
