Once lunch was over, Jake showed me the rest of “Trident Enterprises.” I was definitely impressed by the operation they’d set up in that innocuous-looking house, and had to wonder how much money had been spent on all those fancy new computers — and the house itself, which still smelled of fresh paint. Clearly, they’d put a lot into modernizing the place and making sure it would be both a comfortable environment in which to work, not to mention adequate to their tech needs.
“But enough of that,” Jake said after he brought me back downstairs — the upstairs bedrooms were being used for server space, storage, and a sort of flop area with a couple of twin beds, just in case someone wanted to crash there rather than go home for the night. “I need to get you over to Joanna’s house.”
“She lives
