to the phone. No, there would be no exceptions. Would I care to leave a message?
"Yes. Tell Mr. Domingo that I have a photograph that he is not in."
The unctuous voice on the other end was puzzled. "Excuse me? Don't you mean one that he is in?"
"I mean exactly what I say. Tell him that I have a picture that he is not in. I will call back in one half hour." I hung up.
I pulled out several "blackboxes" from their hiding place behind some equipment. I knew that, if these guys were well equipped and had half a brain between them, they'd slap a lock-and-trace on my call right away. My little blackboxes, though, would send them on a merry chase around Ma Bell. I hadn't lost my old hacker's paranoia.
Precisely thirty minutes later, I called back. A different voice answered. "Verne Domingo speaking."
"Ah. You got my message."
"Yes. I'm wondering what it means."
I felt a faint tinge of uncertainty. Could I be wrong? I dismissed it, though. The photo was unmistakable evidence. He was
"Yes. Tell Mr. Domingo that I have a photograph that he is not in."
The unctuous voice on the other end was puzzled. "Excuse me? Don't you mean one that he is in?"
"I mean exactly what I say. Tell him that I have a picture that he is not in. I will call back in one half hour." I hung up.
I pulled out several "blackboxes" from their hiding place behind some equipment. I knew that, if these guys were well equipped and had half a brain between them, they'd slap a lock-and-trace on my call right away. My little blackboxes, though, would send them on a merry chase around Ma Bell. I hadn't lost my old hacker's paranoia.
Precisely thirty minutes later, I called back. A different voice answered. "Verne Domingo speaking."
"Ah. You got my message."
"Yes. I'm wondering what it means."
I felt a faint tinge of uncertainty. Could I be wrong? I dismissed it, though. The photo was unmistakable evidence. He was