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password?”
    “Yes.” I flinched.
    “Is it hard to crack?”
    I nodded.
    Donald glowered. “They might tear it apart and try to steal data.”
    “Maybe.” It was hard to destroy a hard drive’s information unless you smashed or burned it to a crisp.
    Donald paused, a worried look on his face. “It could have been a random burglary. A neighbor noticed you weren’t around.”
    “It’s possible, but I don’t think so.”
    We headed for my apartment door.
    Ben probed the area with a handheld scanner. “Justin, after this is analyzed, we’ll call you. Don’t go inside until I’m finished. This will take a few hours.”
    I nodded, adrenaline pumping.
     
    Monday afternoon, my phone rang.
    Ben spoke, “We only found your hair and fingerprints.”
    I flinched. Hair was the best way to determine someone’s DNA. The intruder had worn gloves along with clothing that didn’t leave any particles. “They didn’t leave any heel or sole fragments?”
    “Our scanners can’t detect those.”
    I thanked him his efforts and my mind sped up, trying to figure out how we could catch these robbers.
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    Wednesday afternoon, after struggling with Medxao for five weeks, my phone rang.
    Donald said, “Dr. Haar just told me that Faasp bought Portsi, software that is superior to Medxao.”
    I blinked. “Is he going to fire every Ahantech employee?”
    Donald cleared his throat, a nervous habit. “It’s hard to say. I’ll call you the minute I find out. Anyway, download Portsi onto your hard drive and use it, right now.”
     
    The next morning, Donald entered my office. “I hate telling you this, but every Ahantech will be laid off in two weeks.”
    I cringed. “What should I do in the meantime?”
    “Keep working on your current project.”
    “Who will replace us?”
    “Dr. Haar didn’t tell me.”
    “I thought he trusted us.”
    “So did I.”
     
    The following Tuesday, at daybreak, Portsi crashed, destroying every file I had created in the last few days. I called Donald.
    “Yes.”
    I told him about the problem.
    He hesitated. “I hate telling Dr. Haar about this.”
    “Would he think I’m doing it on purpose, trying to save my job?”
    “It’s hard to say. I’ll be there in a minute. After I arrive, tell me what happened before it crashed.”
     
    I pointed at the screen and described my recent efforts.
    He scowled. “The source code is complex. It could take weeks, months, or years to figure out what’s wrong. I’ll go to my office and call Dr. Haar.”
     
    Within the hour, my phone rang.
    Donald cleared his throat. “He said that every Ahantech employee should keep using Portsi.”
    “Isn’t that ridiculous?”
    “It was his decision, not mine.”
     
    That evening, my phone rang.
    Donald spoke, “Store each Portsi file on a storage drive every ten minutes. Otherwise, you’ll lose important data.”
    I exhaled, relieving tension. “Got it. Will every Ahantech employee have to do this?”
    “Yes.”
     
    At dusk, the second to last day on my job, the phone rang.
    Donald said, “Dr. Haar is going keep every Ahantech employee.”
    I chortled. “This is nuts.”
    “These things happen. Anyway, use Medxao, not Portsi.”
    I scowled. “Why did Dr. Haar change his mind?”
    “He didn’t tell me. According to Marsha, an assistant to the CFO, although Portsi is inexpensive, it’s full of bugs.”
    “What else did she say?”
    “Nothing. We’ll talk later.” He hung up.
    How did he meet her? Donald rarely talked to me about his connections inside Faasp.
    I typed, feeling hopeful yet paranoid. Would the CFO or anyone else in her department buy other software, and give up on Medxao? I didn’t want to think about this topic anymore.
     

Chapter Fourteen
     
     
    Five months later, on Monday as I went down a hall, my phone rang.
    Donald said, “Good news.”
    I raised an eyebrow, curious. “What is it?”
    “Come to my office.”
     
    I sat down, grinning,