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“I can’t. Not yet, anyway. This is raw data from Søren’s system. It has to be converted.” I sense the general disappointment from behind me. O’Doul asks, “I assume you have another program for that?” “You assume correctly.” With a few keystrokes, I’ve pulled up the remote access tool that allows me to log in to my home system. I upload the compilation report and hit Send. “What now?” asks Chan. I sit back in my chair and release a breath. “Now we wait.” “How long?” I shrug. “Depending upon how much data we were able to extract, anywhere from a few hours to—” I break off mid-sentence and jerk upright in my chair, gaping at the screen. Instantly, Connor is behind me, his presence calming though I’m in complete shock. He says, “What?” I point at the monitor. In the upper right-hand c
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