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Jack straightened as Cordova came out. Instead of returning to the office, though, he began walking in the other direction.
A good sign. Jack was pretty sure Cordova's backup wasn't in his office; maybe he was heading for it now.
Keeping to the opposite side of the street, he followed—a whole three blocks to the local Morgan Bank branch. He followed Cordova inside, saw him pick up one of the clerks and follow her back into the rear section.
Jack nodded. Heading for a safety deposit box.
He noted the bank hours: the lobby locked up at three. Great. It would take time for the Computer Doctor to clean up Cordova's machine—too long to allow him to retrieve it, hook it up, restore all his files, and get back to the bank before closing.
So a good chance he'd leave the disk in the office overnight.
And then? Jack would break in again tonight and reintroduce HYRTBU, but what about the backup disk? He could simply steal it, but that would tip Cordova to the fact he'd been invaded.
Jack decided he could live with that if he had to, but he much preferred to leave fatso raging at the gods, believing it was all due to the dumping of the truckload of bad karma he'd been amassing.
Which meant another trip to Russ to find out how he could wreck the backup CD with no one the wiser.
But first he had to visit Beekman Place.