Package for Mister Harwood

"Who doesn't these days? Don't use it much, though," Mike replied. "I'm a pen and paper kinda guy."

"You wanna turn it on, I can't drop information into your brain man." Doctorow says. At least not yet... Doctorow thinks as he flips to the next page of Snow Crash

"Uh... sure, okay," Mike leant over and pressed the on switch on what he generally thought of as the Demon Puzzle Box. He only really used to it e-mail a few people. The thing was junk- way out of spec.

Doctorow waited far to long for this guy's pc to come online.

"Aight check your email." Doctorow says as he send the email with the information he found about Liam Kennedy

"Its not much, but its a start anyway."

Mike studied the picture for a moment. Well, at least he knew what the kid looked like now. That'd help a little.

"Thanks, guy. The photo'll be useful," the athlete said, his suspicions mildly quelled. For now.

"Thats what I'm here for. You need anything else?" Doctorow asked.

"Not right now. I'm headed to the children's home he's in tomorrow. I'll give ya an update if I find anything," Mike said simply.

"Aight, let me know if you need anything Mike."

"Will do," Mike replied.

Fuck, this is weird as Hell.

"Talk to you later, mystery voice."

"Later Man."

End Scene