Chapter 4
The closest pizza was about six blocks away, and the Seattle-gray skies had decided to shift over to a cold midday rain.
Valerie led E-Squared at a near trot the block and a half to her adoptive uncle’s deli. They stood beneath the forest green awning and tried to shake off the worst of the inundation. She shook her head like a wet dog and saw E-Squared wiping his face again from the spray.
“Damn! Sorry, E-Squared.”
He looked bemused rather than angry. The rain had turned his hair from walnut to mahogany. His long face held more character than she’d attributed to him. Especially at first. She’d discounted him as a programmer geek, whose sole purpose was to help get her imprint running.
But when he’d combated the E-Squared moniker with Mac Hold-the-Cheese, she knew there was
