Tammy reached for her glass and watched a small storm cloud play across Linda’s face. Linda sat her wine glass down and cut a piece of sirloin. Brin...ing the bite to her mouth, she paused, set the fork on her plate and blurted out, ‘It’s, Michael.’ Tammy just stared, a slice of sour dough bread heaped with goats cheese in a holding pattern two inches from her mouth and tried to decipher Linda’s expression and what on earth her dead boyfriend could have to do with a global technology threat. ‘I. “Fuck, what time is it? This nocturnal schedule of yours is fucking with my sleep pattern.”“Nighttime,” she replied.“Very helpful,” he grumbled, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and hopping to the floor.“What are we going to do today?” Zuki asked, following behind him as he made his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.“Damn it,” he complained, looking over the empty cupboards and the derelict fridge. “The first thing we need to do is go get some coffee and some cereal at. More

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