11But was getting the drive back worth the risk?
The damn drive at Caprock duplicated information on the drive in my safe.
I stashed the other backup at my son Woody’s house in the Berkeley hills.
Leaving one drive at Caprock wouldn’t create any problems for me.
Nobody was likely to find it. If someone did, nothing connected the drive to me.
Hacking in without the PIN would make the drive erase itself.
Draining my glass, I let my gaze fall on Vicky’s drums. Her kit nestled in the back corner, where the side and exterior walls met.
Light from the spots in the kitchen ceiling glinted off the shiny laser-blue wrap covering the hardwood shells.
The light brought out the luster of the brass cymbals.
The hardware on the drums gleamed like silver.
Vicky’s throne—a one-piece adjustable s
