“It was a long, narrow room that reminded me of a university computer lab—rows of benches covered with terminals, interspersed with bulky printers, photocopiers and cabinets full of spare cables and hard drives. It was lit, dimly, by the thin remains of daylight coming through the open slatted blinds, and it smelled of carpet cleaner and electricity, like ozone in the air before it rains. We were sitting at one of the terminals with a techie called Garretty, waiting as he took all the necess...ary precautions with the item the killer had sent along with his second letter. A CD. I could sense Laura fidgeting beside me: biting her fingernails and shifting slightly on her office chair, rotating it back and forth with her heel. I was doing my best to keep still. Inside, though, I was doing the same. ‘Maybe it’ll be music,’ I tried. ‘We can get him for copyright infringement too.’ Laura gave me an awkward smile.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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