DEATH IS FOR THE DYING - EPISODE FIVE
CHAPTER NINETEEN I made a couple of quick calls before moving on. The first was to Grahame Moore, an old friend of mine and someone who I used from time to time. He was a forty-something hacker. On certain cases, he’d been an incredible source of information. He could get beyond any firewall without leaving a trace of himself, bagging names, numbers, and email addresses, even credit histories and contracts while he was there. “Chinese laundry.” I smiled. “Grahame, its John Handful.” “John!” He had a slight Suffolk accent, which he only emphasized when he spoke to me. It had been a long-standing joke that nobody understood except us. “How’s things at the house of pleasure?” Grahame laughed. “Good, son. It’s been a while.” “Yeah, it has. Too long. Did you miss
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