11Dawna might be more interested in Woody.
Had she put him under electronic surveillance?
If so, she’d listened in when I’d phoned Livermore Labs. Calling her from his landline would be a dumb move. Everyone on her task force would know I was reaching out to her.
I dragged out my tablet, booted up, and searched for a pack-and-ship store in Castro Valley, a half-hour drive to the south. I checked the sss account. Holger had deleted my earlier AOK draft and added nothing new. After visiting a couple more websites, I put the tablet back in my carry-on and tightened the drawstring on the trashcan liner.
I shouldered the backpack, picked up the other two items, and stepped outside. I locked the front door and hit the road.
That sassy little car showed all her charms as we careened through
