Chapter Thirteen
She insisted on driving, so I got in on the passenger side of her Mercedes, while Logan somehow managed to fold himself into the back seat.
“What did Jeff find?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“He wouldn’t tell me. Just said I needed to go and get you and Logan, stat. So here I am.”
That could have been ominous…or just more of Jeff Makowski’s neuroses manifesting themselves. I’d gotten the impression from my aunt that he didn’t much care for relaying any kind of important information on networks he wasn’t sure were secure. So, fine, we’d play along. All this would delay our departure for Flagstaff, but it was far more important to know what exactly had been on that alien computer.
Traffic was heavy, even for a Saturday. Probably, all the people who’d waited for Chri
