Jack says. We’re on his private airplane inside a cabin, standing in front of a long table that has a computer control center on one side. I find the whole setup jarring. What does Jack need with all of these computers and screens? I turn my attention back to Jack. He’s already reminded me a number of times that I am not to ask questions—so I don’t. “That’s Vince’s temporary phone,” I say. “Yes.” He holds it up. “You see this hairline crack running down the middle?” I squint to see it. “Yeah, I do.” “It’s not there by accident. Watch.” Jack puts the phone into something that looks like a microwave. He taps on a keypad connected to the machine, and it turns on. My lips are parted in awe as I watch a sheet of fluorescent light flow over the device. The computer system turns on. “What’s happening?”
