No speedbag, either. So Daniel contented himself with push-ups, crunches, and skipping rope. He spent the workout thinking about the strange contact from whoever was calling himself PapaLegba.
Probably someone who knew Daniel was from New Orleans, hence the chosen screen name. Someone with the resources to hack into Daniel’s computer and take control of his Instant Messenger program. But who? And why?
Could be Conrad Winter, tossing a wrench in the works, trying to trip Daniel up.
Or not. There was no way to know for sure, given the available evidence, and Daniel resolved to put it out of his mind, not to get distracted by it, not to let it make him paranoid. He had a job to do.
He took a quick sauna and headed back to the room for a shower and breakfast.
As he downed the last of his coffee, an e-mail came in. From Gerry, the audio engineer at Emory. The e-mail he’d been waiting for. From:
[email protected] To:
[email protected] Subject: What we’ve learned… Padre, You only asked me to do three broadcasts, but I kinda got carried away…took it on as a personal project.
