my passwords...which I just happened
file called “Passwords.” I also
threw in a keystroke recorder, so I
can follow him. He’s run up a half-
What’s he into?
High-end tech and low-end porn.
Are you sure it’s a guy? If it’s a
woman, she could be my soulmate.
My dummy Am Ex. Let’s hope he uses
Huh. I’m surprised he has the
Okay, it’s a “Buy It Now” item.
Fine, buy it now, asshole.
blur. Even Griffin, who’s used to it, watches in wonder. He
cubicles, watching, as well.
I’ve got his IP address. Now I’ll
get his physical one.
There it is.
TAMPA, FLORIDA 33611.
So it is a woman.
Fifty-six years old.
Damn, a year past my cut-off.
life. No priors. And no history
of on-line purchases.
It’s not her.
through her wireless router.
Marsh’s hands are a blur again. On one of her monitors, we
circles a house, seen from a 100 feet above.
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