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'You know, the printer's packed, Aunt Kay.' Lucy looked up apologetically at me.

'Let's try death, homicide, suspected arson,' I said.

'I guess that's all right,' she said, 'as long as you make sure . . . Oh, never mind.'

'Good,' I said. 'And bathroom, I suppose.'

'Don't worry, I'm used to confidential information. I'll make sure no one else gets hold of them.'

'What about unidentified,' Lucy said as she typed.

'Don't worry, I'm used to confidential information. I'll make sure no one else gets hold of them.'

Lucy sat before it on the floor, Indian style, as if she were about to worship the great god of technology. She hit the enter key to turn the screen saver off, and ESA lit up rows of pixels at a time in electric blue, flashing a map of the United States on the next vivid screen. At a prompt, she typed in her user name and password, answered other secure prompts to work her way into the system, invisibly cruising through secret gateways on the Web, passing through one level at a time. When she had logged on to the case repository, she motioned for me to sit next to her.

'Female,' Marino added. 'And wealth.'

'What about unidentified,' Lucy said as she typed.

'Don't worry about the format,' Lucy said. 'The text search engines can handle complete stream of consciousness. We can try everything from the size of the fire hose used to the materials the house was made of -- all that fire safety info and stuff that's in your set forms fire departments fill out. Or you can go with your own key queries.'

'I guess that's all right,' she said, 'as long as you make sure . . . Oh, never mind.'

'Let's try death, homicide, suspected arson,' I said.

'You know, the printer's packed, Aunt Kay.' Lucy looked up apologetically at me.

I knew it was stupid when I said it. Lucy stared longingly into the computer screen.

'Let's try death, homicide, suspected arson,' I said.

Lucy sat before it on the floor, Indian style, as if she were about to worship the great god of technology. She hit the enter key to turn the screen saver off, and ESA lit up rows of pixels at a time in electric blue, flashing a map of the United States on the next vivid screen. At a prompt, she typed in her user name and password, answered other secure prompts to work her way into the system, invisibly cruising through secret gateways on the Web, passing through one level at a time. When she had logged on to the case repository, she motioned for me to sit next to her.

'No, this is fine.'

'Don't worry about the format,' Lucy said. 'The text search engines can handle complete stream of consciousness. We can try everything from the size of the fire hose used to the materials the house was made of -- all that fire safety info and stuff that's in your set forms fire departments fill out. Or you can go with your own key queries.'

'You know, the printer's packed, Aunt Kay.' Lucy looked up apologetically at me.

'Good,' I said. 'And bathroom, I suppose.'

'Let's try death, homicide, suspected arson,' I said.

'Don't worry, I'm used to confidential information. I'll make sure no one else gets hold of them.'

'I can get you a chair if you want,' she said.

'Then how about downloading the records to my computer,' I said.

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