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〃Okay； I guess I will。〃
Eddy turned to go； but the old lady must have seen some fleeting sadness in her face； for she put a wrinkled hand on Eddy's arm and stopped her。 The skin of her palm was cool and faintly silken； and three gaudy rings sparkled on her gnarled fingers。 〃Where is that handsome young man you e in with？〃
〃He's； uh 。 。 。〃 Eddy stared at the old lady's hands； at the stacks of books on the counter。 〃He had to leave town。〃
〃Love trouble？〃
〃Law trouble。〃
〃Ahhh。〃 The old lady nodded sadly。 〃For him； burn a green candle and a yellow one。 Are you in trouble too？〃
〃Maybe。〃
〃For you； take an egg and 。 。 。 Have you been questioned by a policeman？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃How many？〃
〃Well 。 。 。〃 Eddy tried to tally broad blue backs and sharp gray suits in her head。 〃Just one；〃 she said； reasoning that Agent Cover was the only cop who had really questioned her。
〃Write his name on an egg；〃 the old lady advised her； 〃and throw the egg up on your roof。 Make sure it breaks。 The police will not return。〃
〃Okay；〃 said Eddy； genuinely grateful。 She needed any edge she could get。 〃Thank you。 I will。〃
〃Mais non。 The poor boy。 He is so beautiful； so full of the spirit of life。〃
〃Yes；〃 Eddy agreed。 〃That he is。〃
〃But always there will be some sort of trouble for him； I think。 There is a Creole saying 。。。 he has le coeur me un artichaud。〃
Eddy fumbled for her high school French。 〃A heart like an artichoke？〃
〃Oui。 He has a leaf for everyone； but makes a meal for no one。〃
After a hot exhaust…choked walk up Peter Street to the bookstore； Eddy cut back through the shady； humid side streets of the Quarter； stopping at a corner market to buy a green candle； a yellow candle； and a carton of eggs。 Back home； she locked the door behind her and spread out her new book of maps on the bed。
She found the state of North Carolina and began scanning it closely； paying special attention to the small towns just off the main roads； noting odd names。 Here were places called Pumpkin Center； Climax 。 。 。 Deep Gap； Blowing Rock； Bat Cave 。 。 。 Silk Hope； Fuquay…Varina 。 。 。 Missing Mile？
Eddy looked back at the newspaper article。 Even if I should miss everything by a mile； no； cherie。 Missing Mile； N。C。
That had to be where he was。
But why？ The first message had implied he was going on to New York。 Why had he decided to stay in the South； in a town so small it must be hard to hide there？ And why was he so sure of it that he had sent her a message spelling out its name？
Eddy had a sudden flash of paranoia。 He's met someone。 For an instant she was sure of it； she knew it was true。 He's met someone and decided to stay with them； three days after telling me good…bye forever。
But that was silly。 There was no way she could know that。 And it didn't seem very likely anyway。
Still 。 。 。 Missing Mile； North Carolina？
She sighed。 At least now she knew where he was； or thought she did。 Probably tomorrow's paper would have an article telling her he was happily holed up in the East Village。 For now； she would do what she could。
Eddy took an egg out of the carton she'd bought and inscribed AGENT COVER on it in large block letters。 Then she went down to the street； took careful aim； and sent the egg hurtling toward the roof of her building。
She smiled as she heard a faint wet splat far overhead； and imagined the egg frying on the hot rooftop just as Cover's brain must be sizzling with anger that Zach had eluded him。
This is your brain on voodoo； she thought。 Any questions？
In his cheerless office on Poydras Street； Absalom Cover appeared to be sitting in his shirtsleeves paging through an old Weekly World News； but in truth he was concentrating on the Bosch case。 Cover knew the kid's file by heart； and now he had the myriad outpourings of Stefan 〃Phoetus〃 Duplessis to obsess over as well。
Unfortunately； though Duplessis had proved an extremely tender nut to crack； his concrete knowledge about Bosch didn't go far beyond a grudging admiration for all the terrible things he had done。 There was a Hacker Code of Ethics； Duplessis explained； consisting of four sacred laws： Delete nothing。 Move nothing。 Change nothing。 Learn everything。
Zach Bosch blew the first three laws to hell every time he turned his puter on。 Few others in his electronic circle knew the extent of Bosch's crimes； he was careful； and didn't brag as pulsively as most hackers。 He had entrusted Stefan Duplessis with some of this information because Duplessis was a better hardware techie； and could tell him…in purely theoretical terms； of course； probably including diagrams of the theoretical modifications…how to manipulate his system to even greater heights of deviousness。 （And also； Cover suspected； because Duplessis wasn't above a little bending of the Hacker Laws himself。） Some of the exploits he credited Bosch with were so extreme that the other agents refused to believe them。
Agent Cover believed。 He was beginning to understand the hacker mindset。 It required nerves of steel and could generate feats of flamboyant genius； but it was flawed。 It was megalomaniacal。 Eventually it would slip up on its own sheer daring； and give itself away。
As if to make that very point； Duplessis had also told them about the article Bosch had supposedly planted in the Times…Picayune。 〃Goddess Seen in Bowl of Gumbo。〃 It beat anything in the Weekly World News； that was for sure。 This headline； for instance： CLAM OF CATASTROPHE； bannering a story about a giant shellfish that ate deep…sea divers； or some such shit。 What sort of oxygen…deprived mind came up with these things？
Cover closed the tabloid wearily； leaned back in his chair； and tugged the knot of his tie loose。 At least Bosch had some imagination； if he had really planted that story in the Picayune。
The other hacker swore he had； though the reasons he gave for believing so were flimsy at best。 He just 〃knew〃 Bosch； Duplessis claimed； this was just his 〃style。〃 And he swore up and down that the girl living in Bosch's apartment； Edwina Sung； had nothing to do with any of it。 Agent Cover wondered。 Duplessis had obviously known Sung at least long enough to develop a sweaty…palmed； hopeless crush on her。
As of this afternoon； Sung's records revealed a bank balance of just over three thousand dollars； not an unreasonable figure for a young Asian…American who could afford to live in the French Quarter。 Most likely her parents were in some lucrative business and supported her。 She had no outstanding credit card balances； owed no taxes； had no police record； her employment history was spotty。 Probably she was just another scrap of bohemian flotsam； adrift on the warm alcoholic seas of New Orleans subculture。
But Zach Bosch meant something to her。 That much had been plain during today's raid。 They might be acplices； lovers； or even blood relations…in an old school ID photo they'd found overlooked in his desk； Bosch appeared extremely young； defiant； and faintly Asian。 But whatever they were； Cover thought the girl cared enough about Bosch to keep track of his movements if she could。 Maybe she even k