Privileged & Confidential
June 30
To:Brooklyn Country Day Board of Directors
From:Krell Industries
Subject:Data Breach & Cyber Incident Investigation—Progress Report
The following is a summary of key data collected and interviews conducted.
Data Collection
Data monitoring continues. There have been no additional intrusions into the Brooklyn Country Day information systems, though additional families continue to receive new threats.
Interview Summaries
SUBJECT FAMILY 0016:MPP received an email from an anonymous source that contained screenshots of correspondence he has received from various creditors, along with a demand for a $20,000 cash transfer. Failure to comply with the cash transfer demand would result in the photos being posted to PSP.
SUBJECT FAMILY 0031:MPP has not had any personal experience with hacking. But he knows of an individual (identified herein as Person of Interest A) whose son was expelled last year for behavioral issues who indicated a desire to retaliate by damaging the reputation of Brooklyn Country Day.
EMPLOYEE INTERVIEW 0009:Current employee reports that a former employee (identified herein as Person of Interest B) said, after being fired from soccer coaching responsibilities, that he would do anything he could to “hurt” the school.
PRELIMINARY CONCLUSIONS
At this juncture, not a single victim has complied with the cash demands, and yet no information has been posted to PSP. This raises the question of whether financial gain is the true motive. Further, information uncovered suggests that the perpetrator is a preexisting affiliate of Brooklyn Country Day—an employee, student, or parent.
Lizzie
JULY 9, THURSDAY
I slid into bed, careful not to wake Sam. I’d stayed at the office late to work on that cell-phone-battery motion to dismiss. Conveniently, it also allowed me to avoid confronting Sam about the earring. In fact, I’d pretty much decided I wanted to let it go altogether. I’d already jumped to the wrong conclusion once, about Enid’s and the matches. Really, my doubt was like a muscle that spasmed with the slightest pressure. I couldn’t trust my knee-jerk response to anything.
So instead I kept my mouth shut and left Sam asleep, using my little booklight in the dark to read more of Amanda’s troubling journals, which continued to make my shitstorm of a life seem absolutely flawless by comparison. At the office, I’d made it through three months of her time in Park Slope, but still no mention of exactly who Amanda thought was following her, just “he” and “him.” And then, as I furtively read in bed, there it was, in one of the very last entries, wedged between an account of a coffee with Sarah and Maude at Blue Bottle and a meeting at Hope First:
I’m starting to worry Daddy doesn’t want money. That he came to Brooklyn because he wants to drag me back to St. Colomb Falls, to prove he owns me even now. But Iwon’t let him. I will not.
When I sat up, the journal slipped through my fingers and bumped Sam’s shoulder. Amanda’s father was there in Park Slope? It was him stalking her. It had to be.
Sam startled awake as if from a bad dream.
“Oh, it’s you,” he exhaled, relieved, then wrapped an arm tight around my hips. I bristled. So much for letting things go. “What are you reading?”
“It’s a journal.”
“You’re reading somebody’s journal?” Sam mumbled. “That’s not very nice.”
“It belongs to a woman who was killed in Park Slope.”
“What?” Sam asked with a half laugh. “In Park Slope? When?” He sounded much more awake now.
“Center Slope. It was over last weekend, when we were away,” I said.
“That’s awful.” He was quiet for a moment. “Where was it?”
“Montgomery Place. She had a son. Ten years old. I’m representing her husband.” It was a jab—see all the things you don’t know about me.I couldn’t help it.
“Representing her husband?” Sam asked. “I didn’t think Young & Crane handled cases like that.”
