Anaz-Voohri by Vijaya Schartz Read Free Book Online Page A

checked the room with his latest spy gadget. The two friends didn’t exchange one word while combing the room. Dude, the black cat, opened a tired eye from his nap on Zack’s pillow. He purred loudly when rewarded with a scratch behind the ears.
    Lobo’s detector chimed and he flashed Zack a mischievous smile. Delicately, Lobo pulled the miniature microphone from behind the desk, laid a finger across his lips, brought the mike to his mouth then screamed, “Banzai!”
    Zack chuckled. “This is lame, dude. Grow up.”
    Lobo ground the device under his shoe on the hard floor then set the detector on the desk. “I’m starved." He popped the tag off a soda can, opened a fried rice container and grabbed a pair of chopsticks.
    “There could be more bugs." Zack seized the detector and continued scanning the room.
    “Don’t think so,” Lobo managed on a mouthful.
    Finding no other microphone, Zack finally relaxed and sat down on the bed. He accepted the other carton from Lobo and ate, sharing bits of fried rice, eggs and shrimp with Dude the cat, who always perked up at the smell of food.
    After setting aside the container, Zack pulled his laptop out of his backpack, opened it on the bed, then went online through the remote router to check the server. All the files on the website looked like a jumble of broken codes. “What a mess!"
    “Told you." Lobo finished his container. He pointed at Zack’s unfinished carton with his chopsticks. “ You eating that?”
    Zack shook his head. “You can have it." One by one, he deleted the files.
    Lobo smiled in gratitude. “How far are you with your book?”
    The deletion was taking time. Zack glanced over the laptop screen. “If Ashley can’t communicate with me anymore, I guess it’s time to finish the book and get it out there.”
    “On the web?" Lobo licked his chopsticks.
    “Where else? We are getting so many hits on the site, we can sell a million of this thing in no time as long as it’s cheap enough.”
    Taking a gulp of soda, Lobo set the can loudly on the desk and burped. “You talking download?”
    “Sure, like a buck a piece. Then when we have enough money, we can get the darn thing printed ourselves." Even to Zack it sounded too easy.
    ”Put that way, it sounds doable." Lobo aimed and pitched the empty container into the waste basket.
    “I even know a few radio and TV guys eager for a controversial story. My stepfather will hate me for this, but I plan to talk to his friends from the studio. Several of them produce talk shows.”
    “Sweet." Lobo paused, his dark gaze searching Zack’s eyes. “So, what’s the catch?”
    Zack clucked his tongue. “The Feds aren’t going to like it. It could become dangerous for anyone associated with me.”
    “I don’t care about that." Lobo’s even face turned serious. “The Feds have persecuted my people for over two centuries.”
    Zack hadn’t thought of that angle. All the files were now deleted. “There, all gone." Zack cleared the site and closed it. “Time for plan B." Zack dialed a fresh server’s address. He’d learned to have several in reserve. He started the set up process and entered his trademark domain name, Anaz-voohri.com. He’d discovered through his psychic contacts with Ashley that was the name of her abductors’ race. “Are the bozos in the black van still here?”
    Lobo went to the window and lifted the side of the shade. “Nope. They scrammed.”
    “Good, that means there was no other bug.”
    It took the best of two hours to finish the job, during which Lobo made useful suggestions, but mainly he kept Zack awake and entertained. Moral support, as he called it, and Zack appreciated that. Then Zack loaded all the pages and graphic files from a backup CD and started testing the site.
    Lobo followed him every step of the loading process. “Seems to be working.”
    “Looks fine to me. Check it out." Zack turned the laptop, dialed the website, then he clicked all the links. All the pages