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smoldering green coals when she glanced at Ruppert.
    “So nice to meet you. I’m Madeline. We’re just in the middle of a private cheese party.”
    “I’m terribly sorry, Mrs. Ruppert,” Sully said. “We were just passing through Bel-Air when I remembered Ruppert mentioning you were having a party today, and I just really, honestly, needed to see the end.”
    “The end?” Madeline asked.
    “We’re up by two, but it’s just moving into the bottom of the eighth and the Pirates have that new pitcher, Marshall What’s-his—”
    “Fine, fine,” Madeline said. “Men to the den. We can take care of Miss…Hope?”
    “Brandiwynne. Brandiwynne. Brandiwynne Hope.”
    “And what sort of music do you sing?”
    As they walked toward the door, Sully whispered to Ruppert: “Is there a screen in your bedroom?”
    “Yeah,” Ruppert whispered back.
    “Where can we go?”
    Ruppert thought of his house—the den, the guest bedrooms, the small screen set into the kitchen wall. “Follow me.”
    Ruppert’s basement was mostly underground, the floors and walls lined with cold, flat stone. Probably faux-stone, but it felt real to the touch. He slid his hand along the smooth surface until he brushed the touchpad, bringing the ceiling bulbs to life. Sully closed the door before following him down the steps.
    “What’s going on, Sully?”
    “Are you sure we’re safe?”
    “From who?” Ruppert asked.
    Sully just looked at him.
    “There’s no screens down here.”
    “Any kind of media link?”
    “Just my old college furniture.”
    “Listen, Daniel,” Sully whispered. “I need your help, but first I need to know if you’ll keep a secret. A serious one.”
    “Sully, what are you—”
    “Just—please, all right?”
    Ruppert saw that Sully was sweating hard now, his hands trembling. His eyes slashed back and forth between Ruppert and the basement door above.
    “Okay, Sully, just calm down. It can’t be that bad.”
    Sully breathed out something between a snort and a laugh. “That bad, that bad…Listen, Daniel, you’re probably right. We’ll say you’re right. Then help me out?”
    “I’ll help, Sully, Jesus.”
    “I can trust you? Swear to God and the flag?”
    “I…yeah, Sully, I swear.” The childish expression unnerved Ruppert. He began glancing furtively at the door, too, though he’d done nothing wrong. Not yet.
    “Okay. I thought so. Great.” Sully lifted a thin wafer of plastic from his pocket and held it out to him. A long chain of numbers and letters was stamped across it.
    “This is…what?” Ruppert asked. “A data slide?”
    “A contact code. Just type it into your web interface. I mean, not your interface. Not here. Do it from a café.”
    “Why?”
    “Don’t do it yet!” Sully glanced at the door again. His hair, matted with sweat, drooped into his eyes. “This is just in case.”
    “I don’t understand, Sully.”
    “In case it happens to me!” Sully yelled, then winced at his own voice. Whispering again, leaning in close to Ruppert, he said, “If they come for me. If I disappear. Then I want you to call. From a safe line. Voice only.”
    “Nothing’s safe, Sully. I have a wife, Sully.”
    “Don’t involve her.”
    Ruppert looked at the digits—forty-three numbers and letters. It was a phone number, but nobody used the actual numbers anymore. You just told your screen who to call and it called.
    “Who will this connect me to?”
    “He’s a friend of mine. A really good friend, Daniel, and I don’t want anything to happen to him. If they come for me, call him. He can give you what you always wanted.”
    “What?”
    The basement door swung open, and a graying man in a beige sweater vest looked down on them.
    “Oh,” the man said, taking in the sight of them huddled in the basement. “I was looking…for…the men’s room?”
    “Second door on your right,” Ruppert said.
    “Yes, thank you.” The man remained in place. “Should I close the door again,