TWENTY-EIGHT
Admiral Quentin accompanied Eva on the walk back through the MMP, and introduced herself personally to not only Eva’s team but her dolphins as well. Eva liked that the admiral seemed to hold affection for the dolphins and even squatted to pat Taffy.
“Oh, here’s our heroine with the scar who found all those sea mines in the Baltic,” Quentin said. “I’ve heard stories about you. I’d love to see what you can do.”
Taffy whistled and wriggled, basking in the attention.
The admiral stood. “Dr. Paz, I’d very much like that demo, if now would be a good time?”
“Of course,” Eva said uneasily.
She stepped over to Jose. On the flight over, he had identified the trojan—a filed called Song.exe—but when she had left for the admiral’s meeting, he was still working to quarantine it. “Did
