THURSDAY

Chapter 25

KATHRYN DANCE, TJ SCANLON and Jon Boling were in her office. The time was 9:00 a.m. and they’d been there for close to two hours. Chilton had removed Travis’s threat and the two pictures from the thread. But Boling had downloaded them and made copies. u r d3ad. 3v3ry 1 of u. And the pictures, too. Jon Boling said, “It might be possible to trace the posting.” A grimace. “But only if Chilton cooperates.” “Is there anything in the picture of Qetzal—those numbers and codes and words? Anything that might help?” Boling said that they were mostly about the game and had probably been made a long time ago. In any case, even the puzzlemaster could find no clues in the weird notations. The others in the room scrupulously avoided commenting that the second picture, of the stabbing, bore a resemblance to Dance herself. She was about to phone the blogger, when she got a call. Barking a laugh as she looked at Caller ID, she picked up. “Yes, Mr. Chilton?” Boling looked at her with an ironic gaze. “I don’t know if you saw…?” “We did. Your blog got hacked.” “The server had good security. The boy’s got to be smart.” A pause. Then the blogger continued, “I wanted to let you know, we tried to trace the hack. He’s using a proxy site somewhere in Scandinavia. I’ve called some friends over there, and they’re pretty certain they know what the company is. I have the name and their address. Phone number too. It’s outside of Stockholm.” “Will they cooperate?” Chilton said, “Proxy services rarely do unless there’s a warrant. That’s why people use them, of course.” An international warrant would be a nightmare procedurally and Dance had never known one to be served earlier than two or three weeks after it was issued. Sometimes the foreign authorities ignored them altogether. But it was something. “Give me the information. I’ll try.” Chilton did. “I appreciate your doing this.” “And there’s something else.” “What’s that?” “Are you in the blog now?” “I can be.” “Read what I just posted a few minutes ago.” She logged on. Http://www.thechiltonreport.com/html/june28.html First was an apology to the readers, surprising Dance with its humility. Then came:

An Open Letter to Travis Brigham