Dottie’s room might be neater than a convent, but he had never seen Dottie’s computer in such an awful mess. It horrified him to realize that Dottie Vandeveer, his very own wife, was using Windows Outlook Express on broadband without any security enhancements. She’d customized all her icons, too. They were not her usual dainty stars and comets, but icons that a Goth chick would have gone for: bats, UFO aliens, witches’ cauldrons. Important files were scattered all over her screen, most of them named with doubled exclamation points!! and shouting CAPITAL LETTERS. Van was staring straight into an X ray of his wife’s unconscious mind. The news here was not good.