Alex had to laugh to himself at the American's naivete. Homosoto was paying him a hundred times that for one job. Being a free- lancer means treating all customers as equals, and there was no way he would jeopardize his planned retirement for a cause or for a friend. This would be easy.
"Phew!" Alex whistled. "Hot off the griddle, huh? I'll see who knows what. It may take a while, a week, ten days, but I'll get back to you with anything I find. No promises, though."
"I know it's a long shot, but we have to look at all angles. I really appreciate it." Templer sounded relieved. He had just recruited, for no money down, the best source of information in Europe. "Let's go have a bottle of Chevas. On me." The Ameri- can taxpayer was about to pay for the sexual relief of a merce- nary enemy.
Alex made it home at 4:00 A.M. after the romp in Club 24. Or was it Club 1? He no longer knew, no cared. Despite his intense intoxication, he had to talk to his employer. Somehow he managed to get his computer alive. He dialed the number in Tokyo, not knowing whether Homosoto would be in the office.
ENTER PASSWORD ENTER CRYPT KEY
He responded to both, nearly blinded from the Chevas, yet his professionalism demanded that he make immediate contact if possi- ble.
<<<<<<CONNECTION>>>>>>
Alex missed the message for several seconds before forcing him- self alert. He quickly entered his opening words before the connection would shut down.
I have been contacted.
Homosoto apparently never went home. He got an immediate re- sponse.