Damn lesser computers, I think, punching on the keys of my system.

Usually, the kind of computer I'm using wouldn't be a problem when I'm trying to hack. But it's clear that Catherine has gone to great lengths to make information about her difficult to access. What the hell is she hiding, literal skeletons in her cupboard?

"Miss Carter?" Alice calls.

I jolt, looking up from my computer screen.

"Any problem?" I ask.

"No, Miss Carter," she replies. "But it's lunch time."

I blink at her, then glance over her head at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Oh," I say, "it is lunch time."

Just how long did I...