Prism [antikvár]

OneThe phone I refuse to answer buzzed its specialbuzz. Startled, I looked up from the stack of bills littering my rolltop desk. If there had been a mirror I am certain I would have seen a frightened man in the reflection. You can only hide so much so long.The telecommunicator code phone made its noise again. It was one of those moments when you simply decide.I tapped the "Wait" code into the telecommunl-cator's computer pad. I had no inkling, no sense of mental pressure. So I stood up, went into the closet, opened the wall safe, and ripped the top sheet from the code response pad. I had not used the pad since August 2, 1990, the day Saddam invaded Kuwait and the Persian Gulf War began. I had told myself I would never respond again. But, as if in a dream, here I was.I shut the safe, went back to the phone, and punched the activation sequence and the cipher into the computer's code-decode system. The light on the phone changed from red to green, indicating my1