“How long before he locks me out of the main building?”

“He’ll move the second he suspects you know what he’s up to,” Mark said.

“I haven’t said a word to him,” I said.

Mark adjusted his glasses and glanced at the clock on his desk.

“Keep it that way until you’ve got the paper in your hand.”

“I’ll go out to the yard after supper,” I said.

I drove home through the evening traffic and turned the key in my back door at seven o’clock.

At half past seven, the glow of my desktop monitor lit up the dark kitchen counter.