Chapter 7 I assume you brought in a yegg. Well, thanks for trying. Its the weirdest thing Ive ever seen. I mean, it doesnt even look like an email address. His name wasnt really Uncle Slick, of course, it was Jean-Jacques Le Gouis and he was my mothers younger brother. The Le Gouis family had moved to the States from Dijon in 1929 when my mother was eighteen and my uncle was nine. By 1941 my uncle was twenty-one and a senior at Yale, a fact that my father always found impossible to believe. It was my old man who first called Jean-Jacques Slick and the nickname had stuck, because thats what my uncle was. Slick. Some people have remarked that I look very much like him and I’ve never been quite sure how to take it. I guess it is when my life is at stake, Stone said. Im inclined to believe you, Mason said, because you came to me earlier in the day, and I think I understand something of the impulsive nature of your character. Youre a daring gambler. Youll hatch out some original scheme and then put a stack of blue chips right on the line, backing up that scheme. By the same token, you’d gamble your life and your liberty trying to save your marriage. Hang, Lance said. Stone could hear the tapping of computer keys. You got any ideas? Murfin said. Whats your last name? Stone asked. Class E, not reserved for public. Mainly used for research. Isexperimental IP class. If I had to guess, I say your email sent somehow using Class E, but I cant figure out how. He carried his tray over to her and said,Want some company? Very. You didnt tell me. Oh, I forgot to tell you: your bikes license plate arrived this morning. I... I got another email from that same source. Can I forward it to you to see if it helps you trace the other one? Teds flattery was amusing. Id managed to talk the director into letting Ted wear his black turtleneck and Id sided with Ted against Showalter. For at least a few more hours I’d be in the Wonderful Guy category. Yes, I thought Jills twin might want to know about what happened to her, too. Paulson said nothing, and Devine had nothing he wanted to say to the dweeb. Paulson used his card to access the elevator bank. It looked just like Devines, a 125, as Valentine had described it. Easily cloneablebullshit..