CHAPTER 20Spaz’s gut roiled as he walked away from Kira. He wanted to throw up. He put on the headset and once again was in his firewalled enclosure. The blue sendmail dog was there holding his email. The message blinked softly at him: From: cmurphy@intermountain.com. s**t.
Spaz wanted to kick himself for not catching onto Murphy sooner. Murphy was a wolf and a big one, but Spaz had always thought that Murphy wasn’t quite as smart as he pretended. Network engineers — “nets” as they were often called — were clever, but usually fell into the position either on their way up or as a lateral. Spaz had known a lot of burnt out programmers who became nets and known quite a few telephony types who took a Net job because no one else wanted it. Cathal was probably the latter. Spaz had let his preju
