The fish was delicate and full of flavor. Elouise hadn’t heard anything from Harry, and after dinner they went to Carla’s room, where Elouise tried to call him. His phone was switched off. Carla placed her laptop on the bed and accessed Harry’s hard drive. She clicked on the “Soraya” file and sat staring at the blank password space. “Elouise, any new ideas?” “Not really. Let’s try ‘mother’—no. How about ‘biological mother’?” “What about that name they called him, Packet or something?” Carla asked. Elouise laughed. “Pataka, it means ‘fireworks’ in Hindi.” “Yes, try that.” Elouise typed it in and shrieked when it was accepted: “We’re in!” Carla sat down next to her as they watched the files opening. It looked like data taken from the BABA institute in Mumbai. “How’s your physics?” Elouise asked Carla. “Probably as good as yours, which means that I don’t have a clue.” They continued scrolling down the page and found a file with names and places written in some kind of code.
