I’m fairly certain he’s found me. When I got home Thursday night, the place had clearly been searched. He took care to put everything back where it was, but I’ve been at this long enough to know when my apartment’s been tossed. He won’t have found anything: I keep the machine in a storage space, and the location and combination aren’t written down anywhere.
It took him longer this time. I was only in Chicago 2130 for a week before he found me. Nero’s Rome only hid me for three days. I don’t know where or when I’ll go now.