"Ewww. That was weird."

Ted walks up to the library's front counter,
"Ding-ding".

Trinket looks up, "No way. That was way too
incredibly fast."

"I agree," Ted signals Trinket to come over to
the counter.

Trinket is up and there.

Ted is hushed, "Listen to this. I was upstairs, on
my computer, hunting through IRC's chat logs,
and some wierd guy, in a blue sweatshirt jacket,
whispers to me from the encyclopedia aisle, "Go
to IRC via Wikpedia's Carlos Ruiz link."

"You are making this up."

"I swear to God, I'm not! So, I do it and I'm in.
Way in. I'm into IRC's site so deep I could pull up
security codes. Anyhoo, I found some extra stuff

only about you and the others in your Sammeee

chat.  This is stuff you don't even enter to use IRC.

Everyone's addresses, their last names and birthdays. 

Sorry, I just missed yours. Happy Belated." he slides the 

IRC notes to Trinket.

Stunned, Trinket looks it over, "This is so amazing.
Our lurker's last name is," she reads, "Parker and
he lives at 303 Central Park West in New York City. 

Any phone number?"

"No phone numbers. And, get this, all this info was
inserted after your chat, and not by this person,
Parker. The info came from somebody at a company
called Otis Elevator. Here's that address. I ran it and
this division of the company is in Luxembourg."

Trinket looks at the addie, "This is crazy."

"I agree. Somebody is spending some cash on this
game.  Plus, when I tried to return to check something

else, it was all suddenly gone.  And the Wikipedia

Carlos Ruiz link was gone as well."

"Run back upstairs and ask that guy what Wikpedia
link will get us into the Otis Company Website."

The both LAUGH.

Ted spots the guy in the blue sweatshirt coming
down the stairs, "Don't look now but that's him."

Trinket looks now.

Trinket watches as the GUY IN THE BLUE
SWEATSHIRT breezes by security's bag check. The
guy's head turns and he looks directly at Trinket.
He winks and exits out the revolving door.

Trinket looks at Ted, "Ewww. That was weird."