9
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Donovan.”
They stood alone in the basement server room of the Stage Lofts Cooperative.
It all looked so normal. He could see the status screen rolling as various users logged in and accessed their data.
He looked around, but the other three IT staff were gone, the FBI had taken them away. So were the machines that the other admins had been using—fifty thousand dollars of top gear.
At Interlake High School Computer Club, his data protection application had inspected who had logged onto the machine being used to attempt to break Jeremy’s encrypted login. At the third failed attempt, it had grabbed all of Ricky Rudd’s user information using the open password in the background. Every single piece of which had then been published as a school-wide email. He’d been a bul
