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The instruments here can pick up a given pattern and tell you exactly where the person you're looking for is." "So we can find Steve without much trouble!" "Probably." Hawkes' face darkened. "I've known it to happen that the televector pattern picks up a man who's been at the bottom of the sea for five years. But don't let me scare you; Steve's probably in good shape."
Then the slot clicked and a glossy pink slip came rolling out. Alan looked at it. It said: TELEVECTOR REGISTRY 21 May 3876 Location of Donnell Steve, YC83-10j6490k37618 Time: 1643:21 There followed a street map covering some fifteen square blocks, and a bright red dot was imprinted in the center of the map. Hawkes glanced at the map and smiled. "I thought that was where he would be!"
Alan was not worried. He had not been within a hundred feet of the crime, and it had been easy for him to slip away unnoticed. The others had had little difficulty either Webber, Hollis, Kovak, McGuire, and Freeman. There was a chance that Hollis or Kovak had been recognized; in that case, they could be tracked down by televector.
"Where's that?" "68th Avenue and 423rd Street." "Is that where he lives?" Alan asked. "Oh, no. The televector tells you where he is right now. I'd venture to say that was his ah place of business." Alan frowned. "What are you talking about?" "That happens to be the address of the Atlas Games Parlor.
He next went to the Central Directory Matrix and registered in Free Status. He was given a televector transmitter it was surgically embedded in the fleshy part of his thigh and he accepted a drink from fat old Hines MacIntosh in remembrance of Hawkes.
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