Chapter 19
“So, you have to get back to Hell in order to run another trace on the software?” Eric shoved aside the remains of breakfast, swallowing the last of the two best lox and bagels he’d ever eaten. He slapped two sheets of paper in the middle of Valerie’s coffee table. They’d had breakfast for dinner in the living room because the worktable was still buried in printouts and a dead computer.
Michelle nodded slowly.
“How do you, the Devil, normally get to Hell?”
The woman frowned and he’d almost swear the room darkened. “I ask the software. Anywhere I want to go. It knows to listen for me, even when there is no terminal nearby. But it’s not responding.”
Eric paused and studied Michelle and Valerie. There was something else going on here, something that was making them both nervou
