Alex folded his arms and rocked back on his heels. “We think it’s either a special code of some kind or a small encapsulation of his work. Either way it’s something he felt too important to let die with him.” Samantha scrunched up her face. “But why’d he send it to me? I don’t want anything to do with his work. He knows how I feel.” The thought of her father messing with her brain via long distance and without her consent gave her the heebee-jeebees. Especially since the man was now dead. A cold sensation stole through her and she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. Everett turned and glanced at her from the next medical bed. She shook her head. No, she didn’t need him to protect her right now. She needed answers, but was afraid to hear them. “Maybe he thought the information would be safer with you since you are anti-tech. He could have thought it would never come to light.” Alex walked over to the monitor and punched a few keys.
