Back Hunter
Chapters (54)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. PRAISE FOR HANGMAN
  3. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  4. EPIGRAPH
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  54. SNEAK PEEK: HIDEOUT

‘Took you long enough,’ he says, but the words sound exhausted rather than aggressive. He sounds like a smoker. ‘You know I reported Danny missing five days ago?’

Thistle and I follow him into the open-plan office. I was expecting the Silicon Valley startup aesthetic—beanbags, pool tables, pets—but instead it’s more like the control room of a nuclear submarine. The only light comes from dozens of monitors filled with statistics and pie charts. Headphoned workers tap urgently at their keyboards. Some are eating a late lunch at their desks.

‘How long has Daniel lived with you?’ Thistle asks.

‘Uh, he was at the apartment when I moved in, three years ago,’ McLean says. ‘I guess maybe five years? His old roommate might know.’

‘We’ll need contact details for him.’

‘Her. I’ll have to talk to the real estate company. They’d have those details.’

McLean leads us into a glass-walled meeting room. No one else in there. A big TV in the corner with a camera on top, for video conferencing. We sit on swivelling chairs with mesh backs.

‘What do you do here?’ Thistle asks casually. ‘For nTangle.’

McLean looks wary. ‘What does that have to do with Daniel?’

Thistle backpedals a little. ‘I mean, do you work long hours? How often do you see Daniel?’

‘Oh. I’m in charge of cyber security, so I work late if there’s ever any kind of major attack on nTangle. But that hasn’t happened in a couple of weeks, so I saw Daniel every day. We used to play Madden most nights.’

‘Your app is free, right?’ I ask. ‘So no one’s bank accounts are attached to it.’

‘Yes, but there are still attacks,’ Daniel says. ‘If they ever got in, hackers could steal users’ photos, their email addresses, their names, data about the places they’ve been, the people they’ve met, their desirability score—all that is worth money. People can use it to create real-seeming profiles on social media, and those profiles can disseminate information for companies, or for political purposes.’

‘Desirability score?’ Thistle says.

‘The ratio of winks to profile views. The app uses this score to pair up people who are equally desirable. If an attractive user keeps getting paired up with ugly users, they might uninstall the app. And if the attractive users leave, the unattractive ones won’t hang around for long. Users can’t see desirability scores, not even their own—unless they work here, obviously. I’m a point one eight.’ When neither of us looks impressed, he says, ‘Anything over point one five is really good for a man.’

‘Different people have different tastes, though,’ Thistle says.