<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/AV5cF.jpg)</div><strong>"Inherintly I've already had a discrete look into the message. Every last scrap of digital trace was gone. No node-logs, no mailer-daemons, no host files... just my private com-code. It arrived seconds after I had returned home from the clinic... like they were waiting for me to get home to send it."</strong>the young man shakes his head slowly, clearly a bit unnerved by this all, though he seemed to hold the composure together well enough, like a person who had lived a full lifetime.<br/><br/><strong>"This fan and the investigation must be kept secret... from Sukie as well. I'll not have her emotional state compromised and possibly delay the filming. It's hard enough in post production bringing her levels down... without post-production her raw emotive tracks are CalFree-BTL levels, it would be illegal to sell the original recordings anywhere sensible!"</strong>he laughs a bit at that, the first real bit of mirth in his demeanor.<br/><br/><strong>"While I'll trust my consultants to handle the fine details, I had a bit of an unorthodox plan of action in mind, if you'd care to hear it..."</strong>he says conspiratorially.