On the old locomotive, he spent a brief time hidden in the closet that barely passed as a toilet. The lock had been removed a long time ago but he managed to wedge the door shut with the help of a piece of wood. The closet was never cleaned and the vile stink, combined with the putrid stench of ammonia, would make even the hardiest feel nauseous. Inside, he pulled out the computer, which was attached to the belt under his Hindi clothes, and made the internet connection, looking for messages. He scrolled down the web page and found two messages that any normal person would simply pass off as regular email conversation. The ordinary-looking statements had key words that only Luke would recognize.
The process of deduction was time-consuming. The security was such that the real message was fr
