Luise was there, puzzled and sleepy. For reasons of his own, Borgenese had sent a to bring her in. Might as well have her here and get it over with, Luis thought. She smiled at him, and he knew that Putsyn hadn't lied about that part. She remembered him and therefore Putsyn hadn't had time to do much damage.  
Borgenese was at the desk as he walked in. Luis swung Putsyn off his shoulder and dropped him into a chair. The man was still unconscious, but wouldn't be for long.
 
"I see you brought a visitor," remarked Borgenese pleasantly.
 
"A customer," he said.
 
"Customers are welcome too," said the police . "Of course, it's up to us to decide whether he is a customer."
 
Luise started to cross the room, but Borgenese motioned her back. "Let him alone. I think he's going to have a rough time."
 
"Yeah," said Luis.
 
It was nice to know that Luise liked him now—because she wouldn't after this was over.
 
He wiped the sweat off his forehead; all of it hadn't come from physical .
 
"Putsyn here is a scientist," he said. "He worked out a machine that the effects of the retro gun. He intended to go to everyone who'd been retrogressed, and in return for giving them back their mem............