There was an email from Hank on her computer when Nancy next looked. It was marked “Urgent” and only said to call him.
She picked up the phone and called. Hank asked her to come to the catacombs to discuss progress. Nancy said she would be right down. As she headed for the stairs, she wondered where Hank had learned to be so paranoid about his communication.
Nancy asked for tea this time, and Hank offered a selection of black and herb teas. She was afraid of what equipment Hank might pull out of his cabinets if she ever asked for a malted milkshake.
“News is not good,” Hank said, calling up a report on one of his many computer screens. “I did a full match analysis and found a piece of purchasing customer ...