I was too impatient for that. "I’m under the gun here," I said. "Can you fax them?" He said there was too much material for him to fax the whole thing, but he could send a fax with the pages he thought would be most useful, and then mail or FedEx me a floppy with the complete files. For the fax, I gave him a phone number I knew by heart. It wasn’t to a fax machine at Pacific Bell, of course, but it was in the same area code. It was the fax number for a convenient Kinko’s. This was always a little risky because many machines, when they’re sending a fax, display the name of the machine they’re connecting to. I always worried someone would notice the tag saying "Kinko’s store #267" or whatever: dead giveaway. But as far as I can recall, no one ever did.