Subject: The Truth is out there
Date: April 12, 2016 21:45
To: Kohler, Mason
The time for cryptic warnings is over. It’s time for you to know the truth. See who you’ve been in bed with.
Literally.
There was an attachment. I hesitated opening it.
This had the feeling of doom.
Once I clicked the file, there would be no going back. Everything would explode. I was certain of it.
But of course I clicked on the attachment. I had to know.
There was a mine of information. Chat transcripts. Data copied from a personal computer.
A detailed time line of all of Freedom Overdrive’s movements over the last few months.
But that wasn’t all.
There was an IP trace. Freedom Overdrive’s IP.
How had this other hacker done what the FBI couldn’t?
Did it matter?
I was about to learn the identity of the person I had been hunting.
It was a local IP. Freedom Overdrive lived in Richmond.
He had been under my nose this whole damn time. It was almost insulting.
My mysterious benefactor went a step further, doing my work for me. He had given me an address.
210 Willow Park Lane.
I stared at the address, not able to believe what I was seeing.
210 Willow Park Lane.
Pretty blue eyes. Soft, dark hair. The sounds of pleasure when I touched her. The breathy moans as I fucked her.
Watching her with her sister and knowing she was exactly who I wanted to be with.
The lies.
Her job. Her sister being a gymnast.
The root kit.
It all added up.
And then shattered apart.
My brain—my heart—went into meltdown.
