Seen But Not Heard“I developed much of this myself,” said Benson as he squatted down in front of his computer array and began to bring up numerous files, images and videos.
Bremen gawped at it all, bedazzled by the mass of information flashing across the ether and by Benson's sheer speed and expertise as he moved and explored what appeared.
“What the hell is all this stuff?”
“Programmes. I have to try and by-pass numerous security systems and firewalls to get what I need.”
“I haven't told you what I need.”
Benson looked at him and grinned. “You want to know what Frement's got on you, right?”
“I think I know that. What I really want is—”
“What anyone else has got on you? Yes, I guessed as much.”
He went back to the screens, humming a tuneless ditty as he did so. Bremen leaned back a
