“Thanks for the analysis, but we’re just here for perps. Who are these other three?” She glared at Rick. Don’t even fucking think about it, she signaled with that special scowl she usually reserved for street harassers and perps who refused to be arrested by a woman. He nodded.

“These other three are a bit more unique,” the escort began, brushing aside the portraits of Jenkins and Peters. “The first thing you’ll probably notice is that they’re African American, which is unusual among cybercriminals in Georgia. I stick by my analysis, but I will admit that there are some odd behaviors among these three.”

“First…” He picked up two portraits, waving them loosely. “We’ve been watching these two, but we’ve never actually caught them doing any illegal activity. Our monitoring campaign has been very thorough, including access to their phones, email accounts, and social media, as well as field agents occasionally tailing them, but we’ve yet to confirm their involvement in anything of concern.”

“So why are you telling us about them?” Tilly asked.

“Because I think they’re hiding something. Apollo Aleyani, especially. There’s no reason a seventeen-year-old in Clayton County should be using VPNs, end-to-end encrypted messaging, and IP scramblers. It raises all kinds of alarms.”

“Sure,” Tilly said. “What else can you tell me about them?”

“They are both affiliated with a known graffiti gang, and Theo Santos is quite fond of rap music.”

“Criminal records?” Rick asked.

“No.”

“Misdemeanors? School suspensions?” Tilly asked.

“Nope.”

“Bad grades?” Tilly and Rick inquired in unison.

“Honor—”

“—I think we’ve heard enough, next,” Rick interrupted.

Tilly swallowed a laugh and nodded. “Well, this last one hasn’t been monitored as closely, but she’s been on our radar for about seven years,” the escort said.

“Seven years?” Tilly scoffed. “But she’s only seventeen.”

“When she was ten, she used a laptop to delete a federal employee’s dental plan.”

“Are you serious?” Rick asked. Tilly could sense him winding up for a punchline.

“Entirely. It was a mistake, we were told, but it was technically tampering with government records, so we’ve been keeping tabs on her just in case she was actually an agent provocateur. Kids are rarely what we think they are. Believe me, I manage her file. You’d be surprised at what she’s capable of.”

“I bet she throws a mean hackathon,” Rick sneered.

“So far, we’ve found no evidence that she hacks recreationally, but—”

“Thank you for your time,” Tilly announced, turning toward the door. The hallway and the building at large were just as authoritarian as they had been before, but somehow, she knew her way out, easily making it back to the lobby, the escort shuffling behind her. She’d always thought the labyrinth was the Minotaur’s home, but maybe it was his prison.