“Colin already gave me the highlights.” The younger man pulled on a pair of latex gloves and moved to the computer. Touched a key. The screensaver vanished, and an email program appeared on the screen, a half-composed note front and center.

“That was easy.” He grinned at them. “Even you guys could have hacked into this one.” He opened the full header and examined the gobbledygook that came up. “She’s using a remailer to preserve her anonymity. Maybe more than one. No surprise there. You want to look at this email account while I check out the cells?” He picked up one of the phones.

“Yes.” Brent crossed to the computer and dropped into the chair. Colin joined him as they both donned gloves and read the partially composed, cryptic email.

It didn’t appear to have anything to do with today’s event or Eve. A date in October was referenced. Olivia must have been working on a future Antifa gathering.

“Notice the From line.” Colin indicated the spot. “She goes by the name Dan.”

“I wonder why?”

“Could be an acronym for the Direct Action Network.” Sam spoke without taking his focus off the cell he was examining.

Brent glanced at Colin, who shrugged.

He pulled out his cell and typed in the name of the organization. Tapped on the first hit. Skimmed a few lines.

It fit.

“How’d you make that connection?” He swiveled toward Sam.

The other man stopped fiddling with the cell. “In grad school we had an exercise that involved hacking into communiques about the World Trade Organization protests twenty-some years ago. That was a DAN-coordinated event. Given the Antifa angle of this investigation, I connected the dots.”

“Impressive.” Colin folded his arms. “You ever think about being a detective?”

“Not my cup of tea. I’d rather solve puzzles that have logical solutions”—he lifted the phone—“than deal with irrational people.”

Hard to argue with that answer.

As Sam went back to the phone, Brent fed Colin the Wikipedia highlights. “DAN was a collection of anti-authoritarian anarchist groups. It fell apart in 2002—but a bunch of the key people went on to play active roles in regional and national mobilizations of independent affinity groups in the Antifa movement.”

“From the setup down here, Olivia could be one of those. It has all the earmarks of a command center.” Colin gave the room another sweep. “Maybe after her banker husband died, she returned to her anarchist roots.”

“You guys want to take a look at this cell?” Sam held it up. “As far as I can tell, it was never used for calls, only texts—and only with one person. The last one was yesterday.”

“Yeah.” Brent took it from him, and Sam moved on to the next phone.

Colin leaned over his shoulder to see the screen. “Who’s Al?”

“Any ideas?” Brent directed the question to Sam.