“Dude, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kevin asked while pulling his jacket on.

“You mean am I questioning the existence of life-after-death, of whether the dead can actually speak to us?” Jeff said, thumbing through the papers in the red folder, adjusting the order of a few sheets.

“No. I was thinking of going to Sam’s Subs for a bite to eat,” he said fumbling with the zipper.

“What’s the matter with you? How can you think of food after what we just saw?”

“Well, first off, I’m a programmer, not a detective. Second, don’t you watch Forensic Files? They went over everything with an electron microscope. If there were any physical evidence, the cops would’ve found it. Case closed. Cops don’t reopen cases unless there’s a smoking gun. But, if it makes you feel any better, I dumped the project’s code and database files to Marcy’s server. He might be able to fiddle with things on the research server but he doesn’t have access to Marcy’s machine. Satisfied, Inspector Gadget?” he said with a wink.