TEN
Steel had returned to the Internet café and resumed his search for the people at the dinner table the evening before. If they all showed up to be who they said they were well, so be it, but that would mean that he would have to search again, and time was running out. However, his gut told him that some – if not all - had something to hide, and he had to find out what.
All the time at the dining table, he could not shake a feeling that last night’s meeting was more than coincidence.
After hours of searching and several cappuccinos later, he had gathered a large pile of information. He sat back in the chair and finished the rest of his cold coffee. Steel had printed off volumes of data to look at later in the comfort of his cabin. If something did not add up, he would find it.
Gather
