If I had known it was coming, I would have spent the entire weekend covering up my trail, wiping everything from my computer (and there were a lot of files on it) that could possibly incriminate me. Now it was Crunch Time. I tossed tapes, floppy disks, and anything else I could think of into a black plastic garbage bag, which I lugged down and threw in the Dumpster in the parking area across the street.