Thinking to give it a boost, she opened the back of her computer, reached in to where she’d taped a candy bar to the inside of the case. And it was gone. “This is fucked up.” She could see a trace of the tape where it had stuck when the candy had been yanked out. The insidious candy thief had struck again. Not for the first time she considered putting eyes and ears in her office. A little surveillance, a little chocolate, and she’d bust the thieving bastard. But that wasn’t the way she wanted to win. This, she thought, was a battle of wills and intellect, not technology.
