High Road

They made a quick survey of the room, checking out credenzas, coat closets, vertical files, desk drawers, rolodexes.

"Remember," Jude instructed, "forget the University stuff. We're interested in what he's got going on the side."

Amanda found a little PC clone skulking in a dark corner. "You stay on the paper trail," she told Jude. "I'll take the high road." Amanda unzipped the hip pocket of her jumpsuit, took out a handful of floppies, selected one that felt right and slotted it in.

"Great," Jude said with the traditional flashlight between her teeth. "Just please remember that we haven't got all night up here. No system cracking, right?"

Amanda was already tapping away. "Yes, mom."