While Shay and Tally wrung out their wet clothes, Ho and Tachs wandered around the darkness of the Trails, looking for clues. Soon they found the hoverboard that the Smokey girl had abandoned.

"Check the charge on that thing," Shay ordered Tachs. "At least we can figure out how far they had to fly to get here."

"Good idea, Boss," Tally said. "No solar recharging at night, after all."

"Yeah, I'm feeling really brilliant," Shay said. "But a distance doesn't tell us much. We need more."

"We've got more, Boss," Ho said. "Like I was trying to tell Tally right before she shoved me off my board, I had a conversation with that ugly kid at the bash. The one the Smokey girl was giving nanos? Before I handed him over to the wardens, I managed to scare him a little."

Tally didn't doubt that. Ho's flash tattoos included a demon's face drawn over his own features, its bloodred lines shifting through a sequence of wild expressions in time with his pulse.

Shay snorted. "That little punk knew where the New Smoke was?"

"Not a chance. But he knew where he was supposed to take the nanos."

"Let me guess, Ho-la," Shay said. "New Pretty Town?"

"Yeah, of course." He held up the plastic bag. "But these weren't just for anyone, Boss. He was supposed to take them to the Crims."

Tally and Shay looked at each other. All but a few of the Cutters had been Crims back in their pretty days. The clique was all about making trouble: acting like an ugly, beating the lesions, keeping the shallowness of New Pretty Town from erasing your brain.

Shay shrugged. "The Crims are huge these days. There are hundreds of them." She smiled. "Ever since me and Tally made them famous."