I was starting to second-guess working with someone. I should have known better than to trust another person. Particularly someone I didn’t know.
But it was too late now. I wouldn’t be able to do the attack on my own. I didn’t have all the pieces to this particular puzzle.
Not having control was a problem for me. I didn’t relinquish it easily.
So why had I allowed myself to become dependent on an anonymous hacker?
21:17 Okay. Start time in fifteen. Get ready.
I almost sagged with relief.
As much as I wanted to make Ryan Law pay for its shady dealings, I didn’t want theft in the mix. I wasn’t prepared for that. It was a step I hadn’t taken into account.
I watched the clock tick down.
At 9:20 it was time.
A few clicks on my computer.
Lines of code.
Numbers. Letters.
My breath came shallow and fast.
This was it.
I started laughing hysterically.
Ryan Law’s webpage was now a series of emails and photographs. Camera footage and audio of taped conversations.
Each and every one implicating a pair of corrupt attorneys in some very serious crimes.
21:45 Ready for stage 2.
21:46 Sending you the rest of the files.
I opened up my encrypted email account and found the rest of the incriminating files that Toxicwrath had uncovered. I quickly bundled up all of the information and sent it to every news outlet within three states.
I posted the Ryan Law URL on over a hundred chat rooms and message boards.
The traffic to the webpage went through the roof.
I grinned widely as I posted my signature, a line of seemingly random letters in strange, convoluted patterns.
12080512alwcaw.
To the outside observer it would mean nothing.
December 8, the day my father died and Charlotte’s life was lost forever.
May 12, my sister’s birthday.
Dad’s initials. Abraham Lee Whelan. And my sister’s. Charlotte Ann Whelan.
My reminders of why I did this.
My constants. Memories that fueled my desires. My motivations.
