Grady hung up the phone with a frown. Dewey Hyatt’s Criminal Enterprise? Obviously it was a joke, but had he got the real name? Where had he heard that name? He turned to the computer and did a simple google search, just to see what he’d turn up. His first hit was a newspaper story about a year old. About a pair of high-tech thieves getting parole and community service hours—if they’d help the government fight computer-related crime. Along with the article were pictures, mug shots of the pair.
Grady studied both pictures. He wanted to be able to recognize them if he ever saw them again. He spent the most time on Hyatt. Was he, he wondered, the genius who had unraveled the viruses Grady created? He’d cracked the last one in under an hour. Pity he’d changed sides. He could use talent like t
