Power of Attorney by N.M. Silber Page B

out slowly, he was not a shy or tentative kisser at all. His tongue swept into my mouth and started exploring everywhere and rubbing up against mine. Mmm. He was yummy.
    I started to feel all light and “floaty,” like a cloud, and I don’t really care how corny that sounds. I had not had a make-out session this hot since ... Okay, I had not had a make-out session this hot.  As I let myself get more and more lost in this amazing kiss, I became vaguely aware of lights. Maybe I was actually seeing stars. That made sense. Stars were in the sky where clouds were. Now the stars were shining in the window. And then someone was tapping. Wait a minute .  Jacob sat back suddenly and swore.
    “Let me handle this,” he ordered, rolling down the window and calling out to identify himself.  The police officer he was talking to asked to see his ID, which he handed out to him. I sighed. So far, we weren’t doing a really great job with the discretion thing.
    He convinced them that we were having a legal discussion. Or he at least he convinced them to pretend that they believed that we were having a legal discussion.  I will point out, however, that it’s not against the law to make out in a parked car in Philadelphia. Apparently, they just wanted to make sure weren’t doing anything “suspicious.” They didn’t notice a man curled up in ball on the sidewalk but a couple steams up the windows and they are on it!

Chapter Eleven
    T he next day, I had a quick conversation with Dana and Lena. I told them that I had done my best to convince Jacob that Trog was being set up. I did not mention the part where he had his tongue in my mouth and I felt like a cloud. I didn’t mention the cops either. Even though we were friends, we didn’t really discuss those things anyway. Who we kissed I mean, not run-ins with police.
    That afternoon, I accompanied Trog to his scheduled meeting at the U.S. Attorney’s Office. First, we sat in a conference room together waiting for a while. Finally, Jacob came in accompanied by Wright and Wong.
    “You’re in luck,” he said to Trog. “Thanks to the wonders of technology, your message has been recovered.” He slid a printout our way. It was a copy of an email message instructing Trog to go the address from the night before. It was signed Deon.
    “This is great!” I said excitedly.
    “It’s great that he has some proof that his friend told him to meet her there,” Wong chimed in. “The fact that she’s trying to pin something on him, not so great.”
    “Also not so great, that the blood belonged to Randall Greene,” Jacob said in a very serious tone. Clearly, he was going to get to the bottom of this.
    “Oh, um, was it enough ...” I wasn’t sure how to frame the question.
    “No. It was just a pint,” Wright answered.
    “So, now what do we do?” I asked. 
    “Now, we figure out what in the hell is going on,” Jacob replied. He stood up and went over to a white board in the corner, pulling it over to face us.  He wrote Deon, Randall and DocuKeep on the board and we started brainstorming.
    “Randall was interested in the DocuKeep break-in, why?” Jacob asked, after writing down everything we knew so far.
    “His notes don’t say anything about why he thought this was so important?” I asked. “Nothing at all?”
    “It had the date and time and other basic information and the name Deon Flux and it was marked urgent and classified,” Jacob answered, sounding frustrated.
    “Maybe we could start shadowing some DocuKeep employees,” Agent Wright said. “Sometimes you follow somebody and they’ll lead you somewhere unexpected.”
    “Wait a minute!” Trog exclaimed, suddenly perking up.
    “Does that mean something to you?” Agent Wong asked.
    “Does DocuKeep back up data for other companies?” Trog asked.
    “I’m sure we could find out easily enough,” Wright answered. “Why?”
    “Because maybe I wasn’t the only one hacking that night and maybe DocuKeep wasn’t