"In theory. Let me put it this way. I've gone to jail twice rather than rat out a source."
"OK, OK. Good. Wow. Jail. Wow. OK." I took a deep breath. "You've heard of Xnet? Of M1k3y?"
"Yes?"
"I'm M1k3y."
"Oh," she said. She worked the scanner and flipped the note over to get the reverse. She was scanning at some unbelievable resolution, 10,000 dots per inch or higher, and on-screen it was like the output of an electron-tunneling microscope.
"Well, that does put a different complexion on this."
"Yeah," I said. "I guess it does."
"Your parents don't know."
"Nope. And I don't know if I want them to."
"That's something you're going to have to work out. I need to think about this. Can you come by my office? I'd like to talk to you about what this means, exactly."