E ver since the dinner Lewis and I had with Eric, I’d been thinking about that key he claimed to have that would let him into any Pacific Bell central office. I decided to ask him if I could borrow the key. I wasn’t going to tell him what I wanted it for, but my plan was to get into the Calabasas central office, gain access to the COSMOS computer, and try to find out when the wiretaps had been installed on my father’s lines. And whether there was a notation in COSMOS not to give out any information, or to call Security, if anyone inquired about the lines.