Erich nodded.
Hugh told you that neither I, nor Newslead, can pay you?
Not a problem, he said.
Kate sipped her drink, heartened to have help.
All right, so what can you do, how does this work, because I cant tell you how badly I want to find this guy.
Its about your sister.
That. Yes. And all the other victims.
Erich looked off at nothing. Ill give you an overview, hows that?
Yes.
For starters, Ill tell you whats going on. The FBI will have secured IP addresses of every computer Nelsons had access to.
Home and work?
Right, cell phones, laptops. Theyll look at his online history, with every site hes visited, every email hes sent, every online transaction. Theyll get warrants or subpoena the networks hes been on.
Sounds exhaustive.
Itll likely be useless and the FBI knows this, given Nelsons line of work and his mind-set.
What do you mean?
Ive been following the case. Hes supposedly a network security expert. Hell know some tricks of the trade, and hes already attempted to cover his tracks. So hes likely taken steps not to leave any digital trail.
Oh.
Additionally, if he never touches a computer and goes off the grid, hes gone. Then it becomes the proverbial needle-in-a-haystack search, leaving police to rely on traditional evidence like fingerprints, license plates, DNA and eyewitness sighting, or anticipating and leveraging who he might physically contact.
Right. Kates heart sank.
However, I dont think thats the case with Carl Nelson.
What do you mean?
Look, hes stolen access to private financial data for some forty million people, which is childs play, by the way.
For you, maybe.
My guess is Carls going to use that data while hes on the run.
What if he doesnt? What if he stays off the grid and uses cash?
Its possible, but today there are places that wont take cash, increasing the chances that hed use one of his stolen digital identities.
If thats true, then how would you know who, what or when?
There are some protocols I could run.
I see. Okay.
Look, I have to go, Erich said. Ill work on this, Ill keep in touch.
Wait, Ill give you my cell phone and email-
I dont need any of that. He smiled.
Or course, she said. Before you go, tell me something. Why agree to help? Is this sport for you?
Sport?
He looked into his glass of tomato juice.
No, a few years ago a friend of mind, who was quite troubled and naive, had been lured over time by an online predator who eventually raped her. She committed suicide. I was a pallbearer.
Oh, God.
Police couldnt find the man responsible, so I looked for him with a vengeance. In my zeal, I attacked a few places, intruded-guess youd call it hacking. But I found him.
Erich nodded and finished his juice. Kate suddenly noticed that hed been drinking it with the napkin wrapped around the glass so he wouldnt leave any fingerprints. He pulled on his jacket to leave.
You got this?
Yes. Wait. Erich, what happened? You found the creep, what happened to him?
Hes dead.
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New York City
The morning after her meeting with Erich, Kate got to the newsroom around nine-thirty.
Something about this Viper character disturbed her.
Implying that hed been involved in someones death as an act of vengeance had left her feeling uneasy. So did the way he held his glass, as if being careful not to leave fingerprints. It prompted her to head straight for the business section.
She found Hugh at his desk, wearing a pale blue shirt and bow tie. He was putting his jacket on a hanger when he saw her.
Kate, Im sorry I stood you up last night. My apartments a disaster. So howd it go with Viper? Did he show up?
Yes. Whats the story with him tracking down an online predator who assaulted his friend and then died?
Oh, that.
Yes, that. Did Viper have something to do with his death?
Yes. Let me buy you a coffee and explain.
Downstairs in the buildings food court Kate recounted her meeting. Then Hugh told her how hed first found Viper through industry sources when he wrote a series on corporate cyber security.
Hes kind of a ghost, Hugh said. After his friends suicide, he used his skill to track her rapist. Turned out the bad guy was a computer expert, contracted with the NSA. Viper broke several laws infiltrating supposedly impenetrable systems to secure damning evidence against the guy.
Then what?
Viper alerted the FBI, provided them with everything. When they went to arrest the man, he led them on a wild high-speed chase through Virginia that ended with his car wrapped around a tree and his death.
Wow.
Later the CIA and the NSA reached out to Viper to work for them.
Hes that good?
Hes that good. Did he agree to help you?
Yes.
Count yourself lucky.
Back at her desk Kates coffee was kicking in.
Having Viper on her side had spurred her to continue her own investigation on Nelson. She returned to the Alberta-Colorado angle, reexamining all the old documents that Goodsill had sent her from his trash grab fifteen years ago. The circumstances concerning the initial Denver suspect, Jerome Fell, niggled at her. The one document that seemed to be a misdirected notice regarding a burial site in Chicago of Krasimira Zurrn puzzled her. The page in the attachment was torn, creased and stained from the trash.
She couldnt find an address on it for anyone in Colorado.
Kate began flipping through her notes but was interrupted by the ping of a message from Reeka.
Reuters just moved this. How did we miss it? Im at the airport heading to Atlanta. Get on it and keep us posted.
Kate, are you OK to get on it? asked Chuck, whom Reeka had copied on the message.
Reuters had an exclusive, short breaking-news item that said Rampart police had confirmed the identities of four of the twelve recently discovered victims and were poised to release their names.
Kates stomach twisted as her sisters face blurred before her eyes.
Vanessa could be one of them. It could all end here.
Her fingers shook over her keyboard as she moved to respond. She stopped, took a breath, regained her composure, then typed her answer to Reeka and Chuck.
I can handle it. Im on it.
Before she knew it, she was on the phone to Brennan in Rampart, pushing aside the betrayal of his promise to keep her updated on identities.
Brennan, he answered.
Kate Page. Reuters says youve identified four more victims.
A long silence followed until Kate broke it.
Ed, is my sister one of them? Her voice quivered.
No. Shes not.
You tell me right now. I deserve to know.
Shes not, Kate.
Youre certain.
We have your DNA. Remember, you volunteered it?
Kate swallowed hard, briefly relieved. But her heart broke for the families of the dead.
Okay. She collected herself. Are there any new developments in the case?
No. Work continues on the investigation.
I want the four new names for a story.
Give me twenty minutes. Were wrapping up notifying the families.
Half an hour later Brennan emailed Kate a news release that was going out in fifteen minutes. It was succinct, with few details, identifying the four victims as: Camila Castillo, twenty-four, missing from Mesa, Arizona, for six years. Kathy Shepherd, nineteen, disappeared from Greensboro, North Carolina, three years ago. Tiffany Osborn, twenty-five, vanished after going to a movie in Lexington, Kentucky, five years ago. Valerie Stride, twenty, had been missing from her suburban home in Orlando, Florida, for three years.
Kate looked into their young faces in the accompanying photographs, their bright smiles and eyes filled with hope. Her heart ached for them, for the horrors they mustve suffered. The magnitude of evil was crushing.
Four more victims identified.
Eight more to go. Eight more chances for Vanessa to be one.
Who knows how many more victims theyll unearth?
A chill shot through her as she concentrated on her story. The desk wanted her copy ASAP. She set out working with the news library assembling and detailing the circumstances of each case. Once she felt she had enough information, she sought numbers for relatives of the women, then steeled herself for the anguish of calling the four families in mourning.
The next hour passed with a quick succession of heart-wrenching interviews. Most of the families wanted to talk, wanted to share their grief, starting with Tiffany Osborns father in Kentucky. You know, Tiff came to me in a dream last week and said, Everythings going to be okay, Dad. Kate then reached Kathy Shepherds mother in North Carolina. Its just not real, she told Kate. It never was. I still expect my little girl to walk through the door.
Camila Castillos brother was a trucker and Kate reached him on the road near Tulsa. Im flying to New York in the morning. Were going to bring Cammy home, to rest in peace where she grew up. I hope they catch the guy who did this so he can rot in hell. The last person Kate reached was Valerie Strides dad, a retired marine in Orlando. Who would do this kind of thing? Can anyone tell me?
In each case, Kate had asked relatives if they knew of any connection between their loved one and Carl Nelson, or Rampart, or Tara Dawn Mae, or Canada, or Denver, or Vanessas necklace. In each case, the answer was no.
The calls were anguishing and Kate carried the pain of the families as she wrote. After she filed her story she went to the restroom and splashed water on her face as the words of Valerie Strides father echoed.
Who would do this kind of thing?
His question resonated with her as she went back to her desk and stared at Carl Nelsons Wanted poster on the FBIs website.
You. You did this.
Kate resumed her research with renewed fervor. Again she scrutinized the material from Colorado, focusing on the notice from Chicago dealing with the burial site for Krasimira Zurrn. Kate dug into Newsleads databases, making notes as she searched public records for Illinois, Cook County and Chicago. There has to be something here. She collected her files and headed for Chucks office, tapping on the door frame.
Come in, he said. Just read your story. Nice work.
Can we talk?
Kate opened her file folder and began explaining her gut feeling about Krasimira Zurrn and the link to Jerome Fell in Denver.
Just hear me out, Chuck. Let me connect the dots.
They knew that Nelson was an obvious name changer whod faked his death. Investigators admitted to not knowing his true identity. In Rampart shed found a neighbor who made reference to Nelsons familiarity with Denver. The Alberta abduction of Tara Dawn Mae, with its ties to her sister, had a potential Denver link through a license plate to Jerome Fell. One Denver detective considered Fell a possible suspect in the abduction. Fell admitted hed been in Canada at the time Tara vanished.