Chapter 6 #2
He wheeled over to his main desktop computer setup and started typing.
After a few minutes, he started explaining, “Every document uploaded to a network leaves a digital trail. The problem is that most of the digital information we need is hidden behind a firewall. Fortunately, there are backdoors in most systems.”
I leaned against the side of his desk, feeling a bit like a kid watching a genius work.
Hacker was the fastest computer specialist I’d ever seen.
The idea of some rich assholes from the big city leveraging their connections against the club was all the motivation he needed to kick it into high gear.
“I think I found what we’re looking for,” he mused out loud.
“The hazardous site complaint was filed under a contractor account the city uses for consultants. The account name is generic, but the IP address…” He tapped a key and a second window popped up.
“The IP address looks like it might be the same one being used by a law office over in Stanton. I found it by cross-referencing it against other documents filed with the city.”
“A law office?” I asked. “These fuckers got lawyers doing their dirty work?”
“Lawyers will do any shady-ass thing to earn a buck,” Zoe reminded us.
He smirked without looking up. “You ain’t wrong about that, sister. Not only are they using lawyers, but I know who they are. Bingo. Keene, Mason law enforcement is on the way.”
“I’m the fucking friend she called for help, not the asshole who abused her.”
The paramedic looked taken aback.
“Best get to it,” I told him. “That little girl in there might have a broken arm. Do your job.”