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Back at WebbCo, things were starting to add up and it wasn't pretty. Nancy's background check showed Issen was as clean as a microchip assembly line. But Morton was another story. His background included info-mercial producer and swampland salesman. He was starting to look like a real sleaze-ball. Spike had exhausted all avenues without finding any tell-tale signs of the security breach. Roger didn't need any data to tell him something was very very wrong. He could sense it all around him.