Chapter EighteenAT THE ARCHIVES
Lori smoothed the pages of the printout. “These papers might be particular to the software in Drake's computer. Maybe he programmed it in code that the forensic scientists in Ottawa couldn't figure out.”
Lori stashed the printout in the pocket in her chair.
“I guess it might contain a template of some kind. Nothing would unleash it but perhaps a program in Drake's destroyed laptop.”
“Nothing? But the computer was backed up by a cloud,” Robyn said, “They keep a copy on the web. You could recover the backups if you had another computer.”
“Robyn,” she said. “Your stuff is okay. Your laptop was in the van. Can I borrow it?”
“Sure, sis.”
“It's here,” Lori said. “Almost like Ottawa missed that idea completely. Or like it wasn't there on the printout when th
