In the server room of the Youngstown court, Dean was lying in wait.
Ever since he had seen the credit report issued by EasyRent, he had formed a vague hunch. If EasyRent's data weren't coming from the public access point offered by the Youngstown court or from the EasyRent software itself, then the most likely source was directly from the server.
This was the only way to explain why there was a structural difference between the opponent's data and EasyRent's. Dean was now there to verify his idea; he had been waiting for a day, but the mysterious visitor still hadn't appeared.
"Dean, would you rather stay in this machine room, which even a mouse would avoid, instead of going out for a coffee with me?" Lorraine, with her red hair, stood at the doorway, clearly unenthusiastic, utterly unable to comprehend why her charm was losing out to these silent machines.
