Author: Doug Bayliss

The web was still new then—not vastly public, not casual. Database-driven website connections were custom-built, expensive, and rare.

Most days, it was just the two of us. He was older than I was and knew the procedures by heart, the kind of person who respected every step because he understood what depended on it.

The expressway wraps the city in monotony, passing warehouses and exits that no longer bother to announce themselves. That night, the rain drenched everything.