The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

My laptop had been found on a folding table in a basement room beside a lamp with no shade and three external drives.

Still powered off.

That part mattered.

He’d gotten it home. He hadn’t cracked it.

Yet.

Pruitt came into the room with a printout and sat across from me. “Good news first. The device protection held. No breach.”

I nodded once.

“Bad news. Your continue reading …