other people in town we can call."
Nicholas Wendell reached across his desk to pull out his center drawer. He put his hand on a notebook and pencil and began to write. "Let's get started then. What's the man's name?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It only took me about an hour to get Nicholas Wendell's computer hooked up to the Internet.
"Okay, looks like you're ready to start hiring reporters."
He looked at the screen now showing his network connection. "I don't know how you did that, but thanks."
"Here's my number if you run into any more troubles." I had a feeling he'd be calling. I was surprised that a man in his twenties knew so little about computers.
"Good. I hope I won't need this. I promise I'll look into Edgar West for you. We can't let Rocky's last investigation go cold. It's just too bad we can't get into his filing cabinet. It was probably all in there, filed nice and neat, old school."
I chose not to share the information about the files on the virtual cloud. I wanted to see what Mr. Wendell would come up with on his own, first. Even though I had just spent an intimate sixty minutes with his computer network, his showing up the week after the fire was just a little suspicious.
When I returned home, I sat down with a piece of paper and tried to brainstorm the terms that Rocky might use for a password. I typed in the URL of the Pecan Bayou Gazette website. It still showed the headlines from the day of the fire. As I scanned through the columns I noticed that the articles that he reported on were followed by his e-mail which was [email protected]. Would Rocky actually do something as simple as making his cloud log in the same as his e-mail address?
I pulled up the log in screen and entered rock_paper_scissors in the password box. With a couple of clicks I found myself looking at Rocky's cloud files. There was a folder for advertising. There were other folders for each of the individual columnists and a folder for sports. I opened the folder labeled "Stories in Progress" and found two documents. One was Edgar West and the other looked like an investigation into someone from Pennsylvania. Making a mental note to get back to that, I clicked over to his "To Do" list. He had four things listed. Edgar West, Phyllis Hamlin, Pecan Bayou Animal Shelter, and Classifieds Files. He was probably depending on a volunteer to file a paper copy of the classifieds for him. That person could have been one of several little old ladies from the town. These were the last things on his mind before the fire. Why couldn't it be something simple like "Interview Arsonist". I needed to get this information over to my father's office right away and let him dig into it. I trusted him a whole lot more than Nicholas Wendell.
I shot off an e-mail to my father with the log in and password. He would be kicking himself when he saw how easy it was. I took a look into Rocky's correspondence file. He had saved various e-mails having to do with either stories or the day-to-day workings of running a business. None of it seemed too monumental until scanning down the list, I saw an email with the subject line "Why don't you call me?"
I opened it to see what the body of the message said. Unfortunately it only contained one word, "Why?" Could this be Rocky's arsonist? Could this person be the reason Rocky hadn't run out of the building? Was he hiding somewhere? Was he laid out on the slab at the morgue never again to trace the comings and goings of the town of Pecan Bayou? The e-mail address was "Rockys_Shadow". I wished I knew a way to trace the email. I could ask them to try to do it down at the police station, but truthfully their internet investigation unit was Mrs. Thatcher and a "Computer for Dummies" book.
Someone was not too happy with Rocky. It was probably a woman, but these days you could never be too sure. Whoever it was, she had it bad for Rocky with an email handle like Rocky's Shadow. I decided to email
Nicholas Wendell reached across his desk to pull out his center drawer. He put his hand on a notebook and pencil and began to write. "Let's get started then. What's the man's name?"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It only took me about an hour to get Nicholas Wendell's computer hooked up to the Internet.
"Okay, looks like you're ready to start hiring reporters."
He looked at the screen now showing his network connection. "I don't know how you did that, but thanks."
"Here's my number if you run into any more troubles." I had a feeling he'd be calling. I was surprised that a man in his twenties knew so little about computers.
"Good. I hope I won't need this. I promise I'll look into Edgar West for you. We can't let Rocky's last investigation go cold. It's just too bad we can't get into his filing cabinet. It was probably all in there, filed nice and neat, old school."
I chose not to share the information about the files on the virtual cloud. I wanted to see what Mr. Wendell would come up with on his own, first. Even though I had just spent an intimate sixty minutes with his computer network, his showing up the week after the fire was just a little suspicious.
When I returned home, I sat down with a piece of paper and tried to brainstorm the terms that Rocky might use for a password. I typed in the URL of the Pecan Bayou Gazette website. It still showed the headlines from the day of the fire. As I scanned through the columns I noticed that the articles that he reported on were followed by his e-mail which was [email protected]. Would Rocky actually do something as simple as making his cloud log in the same as his e-mail address?
I pulled up the log in screen and entered rock_paper_scissors in the password box. With a couple of clicks I found myself looking at Rocky's cloud files. There was a folder for advertising. There were other folders for each of the individual columnists and a folder for sports. I opened the folder labeled "Stories in Progress" and found two documents. One was Edgar West and the other looked like an investigation into someone from Pennsylvania. Making a mental note to get back to that, I clicked over to his "To Do" list. He had four things listed. Edgar West, Phyllis Hamlin, Pecan Bayou Animal Shelter, and Classifieds Files. He was probably depending on a volunteer to file a paper copy of the classifieds for him. That person could have been one of several little old ladies from the town. These were the last things on his mind before the fire. Why couldn't it be something simple like "Interview Arsonist". I needed to get this information over to my father's office right away and let him dig into it. I trusted him a whole lot more than Nicholas Wendell.
I shot off an e-mail to my father with the log in and password. He would be kicking himself when he saw how easy it was. I took a look into Rocky's correspondence file. He had saved various e-mails having to do with either stories or the day-to-day workings of running a business. None of it seemed too monumental until scanning down the list, I saw an email with the subject line "Why don't you call me?"
I opened it to see what the body of the message said. Unfortunately it only contained one word, "Why?" Could this be Rocky's arsonist? Could this person be the reason Rocky hadn't run out of the building? Was he hiding somewhere? Was he laid out on the slab at the morgue never again to trace the comings and goings of the town of Pecan Bayou? The e-mail address was "Rockys_Shadow". I wished I knew a way to trace the email. I could ask them to try to do it down at the police station, but truthfully their internet investigation unit was Mrs. Thatcher and a "Computer for Dummies" book.
Someone was not too happy with Rocky. It was probably a woman, but these days you could never be too sure. Whoever it was, she had it bad for Rocky with an email handle like Rocky's Shadow. I decided to email
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