Milkdud smiled. “One or two. But the ones who really understand us are the computer hackers. And there’s a fair amount of crossover. A good number of keyboard geeks, at least the ones who aren’t acrophobic and claustrophobic, hack buildings too. Back at MIT I used to explore with a guy named Mike MacLaglen—expert phreaker and ice in his veins when it came to building hacks. But he wasn’t pure, man. There’s no money in building hacking. He dropped out to hack video chips. Don’t know where he is now. But he was good.”

“As good as you?”

“Hell, no.”

“And you’re still hacking?”

“Yeah. Got a curious nature, I guess.” He sighed. “But it’s getting harder. Security’s getting better and better. Still, when you get into the right sort of building”—his eyes unfocused here—”you know, one that’s been remodeled a dozen or two times over the years—and you start finding all these blind spaces in corners, and stairways to nowhere, and maybe even a tiny sealed-off room in the middle of a floor, and you know you’re the pioneer hacker here because yours is the first handle to get marked on the walls of those spaces… I tell you, Jack, there’s nothing like it.”

Jack shook his head. A brilliant guy, but definitely a few kinks in his Slinky.

“Say, I wanted to be in on a meeting in a certain office on the twenty-first floor of the Hand Building. Could you help me?”

“Sure.”

Excellent, Jack thought. This is going to be easier than I thought.

“So you could place an AV pickup behind a grille where I could see and hear what’s going down?”

Milkdud shook his head. “No way.”

Jack opened his mouth, then closed it. That wasn’t the reply he’d been expecting.

“No way? I thought you just said—”

“I said I’d help, but I’m not bugging the place for you. That’s against the code.”

“What code?” Jack tried to hide his annoyance, but he was sure some leaked through. “The official building hackers’ code of ethics?”

“Maybe.” Milkdud stayed cool. “Don’t know about any official code, but I, know it goes against Milkdud’s.”

Jack leaned back and sipped his Pepsi. “Damn, Milkdud. I was counting on you.”

“You want to eavesdrop these days, you don’t need anything in the room. You just bounce a laser beam off the window glass and you’ll hear every word they say.”

“I’m fresh out of lasers today.”

“You can buy one in dozens of these ‘executive security’ places all over town. I think there’s even one on Fifth Avenue around the corner from the Hand.”