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is
ruthless, and if his motivation had anything to do with the security breach,
then you’re in danger. You will delete all trace of yourself using a computer
not connected to this network. I will set up a new identity through a server in
Uzbekistan for your use. Send me a copy of your damned monster program, and
keep it out of the O/S breach this time. Once you’ve eliminated your social
media, start tracking who has had access to the affected software.”
    Uzbekistan ? Tudor
gulped and nodded. “Yes, sir. I don’t think my tablet will do the job, though.”
    “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can let you out of my sight
with anything more dangerous than a tablet. If you want a full computer, you’ll
have to use that one over there.” Graham tilted his head toward a corner of his
workspace.
    Tudor widened his eyes. “Here, sir? I’ll be working here?”
    “Safer than a jail cell, anyway.” With that, Graham returned
to work.
    ***
    Ana ponders the impossible
    My mailbox boiled over with Patra’s curses and pleas for
information on whether Graham knew Stiles or anything about the murders. I
figured if I left the mansion, Sean would pop out from behind light posts. Our
nosy reporter wouldn’t dare actually knock on the door . He had issues with Graham that I didn’t totally grasp.
    Since Graham’s preference was complete silence, he wouldn’t
deign to speak to anyone, much less journalists. I had to be his portal and
choose what information to give out, and when. Right now, all Patra and Sean
were doing was grasping straws based on the CNN video, old photos of Graham,
and insider knowledge of Graham’s obsessions that no other reporters possessed.
    Our bargain was that I fed them what I thought they could
use without mayhem and destruction, and they helped me dig into files I didn’t
have the time or expertise to comb through. Right now, they didn’t have
anything I wanted.
    While Graham interrogated Tudor, I dug through the files
that had come in overnight. Graham either had a spy or spyware inside police
headquarters, because all the police files were here along with media reports,
hospital reports, and anything else Graham thought relevant.
    If I was having difficulty keeping up with my last remaining
on-line clients, Graham must be having a devil of a time, given the ton of
information in this folder. He couldn’t have slept at all.
    Sifting through, I learned that the police had received the
first rushed lab reports about the botulism poisoning. They now realized what
we knew first—this was not a mundane case of fish poisoning. I read panic in
the terse sentences.
    I couldn’t read the hospital reports as easily, but it
seemed the three survivors were hanging on. Herkness was doing better than the
others, and his lab reports tested lower on botulism, so the salsa was probably
the culprit, if the dinner remains were any evidence. Stiles and Bates did not
rise from the dead and walk the halls like zombies from puffer fish overdose.
The botulism on top of fish poison had made certain they were good and dead.
    I did not read anything I didn’t already know since, until botulism
came into play, the Department of Health and not the police had been doing the
investigating. I needed to read the reports from the DOH. I had to think beyond
what the police would do so we weren’t duplicating efforts.
    I wasn’t held back by the regulations the police had to
follow.
    We might have a twenty-four hour head start until someone learned
that Graham was probably the last man to talk to Stiles before the CEO was
hauled off to the hospital.
    The police didn’t know about the security breach—yet. What I
really needed was to be inside MacroWare, to see who Stiles had told about the
previously unknown spyhole in their all-powerful operating system. Hackers were
always finding new holes in browsers ,
but in the system itself . . . I thought that might be something
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