"I met him once," said Jeb, wincing at the memory. "In a halfway house in Tacoma. I just had to go see The Weevil. I mean, this was the bad guy who took control of over four thousand computers. Mostly federal. One by one. By hand. Even back then, he had carpal tunnel so incredibly bad . . ." Jeb paused thoughtfully. "I think they call that ‘degenerative osteoarthritis,’ really. Hands like two big hockey gloves."