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telling anyone?”
“I don’t know. People melt down.”
“Not him. His job is his life.”
“Are you sure? Maybe he just realized one day that he life was passing him by and he wanted to travel, and have hobbies ... and feel passionate!” I paused, realizing that I wasn’t talking about Greene anymore and that Sachs was giving me a funny look. “I’m just saying that lots of people get to that point,” I concluded, sounding suspiciously defensive, even to my own ears.
“Okay,” he replied after a moment’s hesitance, “but not this guy. How do I say this? He’s the kind of guy who goes to Star Trek conventions, in costume. He color codes his pens and schedules his bowel movements.”
“So maybe he didn’t run away to have a mad fling, but that still doesn’t mean that his disappearance has anything whatsoever to do with this break-in,” I argued.
“Those notes he made in the files that got wiped hinted that he was onto to something big.”
“Hinted? If he was onto to something big why didn’t he just explain what it was? Is this the U.S. Attorney’s office or the Orient Express?”
“I don’t know why! Randall was ... is pretty eccentric.”
“Oh great. So, your crazy co-worker hints that maybe my crazy client is planning to take over the world, one scientific article at a time, and you’re willing to threaten him with incarceration based on that?”
“I said eccentric, not crazy. He kept ... keeps to himself a lot, plays his cards close to the vest while preparing a case. He’s not unstable though. If he thought there was something big connected to this, then there very likely was.”
“Okay, well Trog, uh, Mr. Collins, is like that too, eccentric I mean, but harmless. If there really is something bigger connected to this, then he was just a pawn in it. You have to believe me, while he would make a great patsy, a criminal mastermind, not so much.”
Sachs seemed to contemplate what I had said carefully. He got thoughtful look on his face, leaned back in his chair and rocked for a bit as making up his mind.
“You wanted to know about the comments in the chat room. First of all, it was an online group associated with the TechNation website. Deon Flux was a new member there and hasn’t been back. ”
He had apparently decided that he was going to give me the information he had withheld from Dana and Lena. I guess that third time was a charm. Or else maybe he knew that I had the least experience with this type of case. He did say “his sources” had filled him in, so he had been learning more about us. Dana was the computer crime expert but Lena had handled white-collar criminal cases in general. I was mostly the civil rights lawyer of our practice. Was I the weakest link?
“Did Deon name him specifically in connection the break-in?”
“Yes. Does your client know this person?”
Did I admit that Trog had a connection to his little Ramen Noodle eating friend? I weighed my options carefully, and decided that if Sachs were going to show me good faith, then I would do the same. My gut told me that he wasn’t really after Trog anyway.
“Yes. According to Trog, she’s a college student here in Philadelphia somewhere.”
“He’s met her in person?”
“No, I don’t think so. So, I guess he really doesn’t know for sure, but that’s what she told him. She put him up to making this particular political statement. That DNA article he downloaded was a gift for her for some paper she has to write.”
“That agrees with what she said online, that Kevin Collins hacked DocuKeep to protest companies ‘holding knowledge captive,’ or some rhetoric like that.”
“Well, so then it confirms that there was nothing more to it,” I pointed out.
“But doesn’t it seem a little odd to you?” he asked pointedly.
“It does seem kind of weird,” I admitted, considering it more. “Why did she brag about the break-in before he managed to download the
“I don’t know. People melt down.”
“Not him. His job is his life.”
“Are you sure? Maybe he just realized one day that he life was passing him by and he wanted to travel, and have hobbies ... and feel passionate!” I paused, realizing that I wasn’t talking about Greene anymore and that Sachs was giving me a funny look. “I’m just saying that lots of people get to that point,” I concluded, sounding suspiciously defensive, even to my own ears.
“Okay,” he replied after a moment’s hesitance, “but not this guy. How do I say this? He’s the kind of guy who goes to Star Trek conventions, in costume. He color codes his pens and schedules his bowel movements.”
“So maybe he didn’t run away to have a mad fling, but that still doesn’t mean that his disappearance has anything whatsoever to do with this break-in,” I argued.
“Those notes he made in the files that got wiped hinted that he was onto to something big.”
“Hinted? If he was onto to something big why didn’t he just explain what it was? Is this the U.S. Attorney’s office or the Orient Express?”
“I don’t know why! Randall was ... is pretty eccentric.”
“Oh great. So, your crazy co-worker hints that maybe my crazy client is planning to take over the world, one scientific article at a time, and you’re willing to threaten him with incarceration based on that?”
“I said eccentric, not crazy. He kept ... keeps to himself a lot, plays his cards close to the vest while preparing a case. He’s not unstable though. If he thought there was something big connected to this, then there very likely was.”
“Okay, well Trog, uh, Mr. Collins, is like that too, eccentric I mean, but harmless. If there really is something bigger connected to this, then he was just a pawn in it. You have to believe me, while he would make a great patsy, a criminal mastermind, not so much.”
Sachs seemed to contemplate what I had said carefully. He got thoughtful look on his face, leaned back in his chair and rocked for a bit as making up his mind.
“You wanted to know about the comments in the chat room. First of all, it was an online group associated with the TechNation website. Deon Flux was a new member there and hasn’t been back. ”
He had apparently decided that he was going to give me the information he had withheld from Dana and Lena. I guess that third time was a charm. Or else maybe he knew that I had the least experience with this type of case. He did say “his sources” had filled him in, so he had been learning more about us. Dana was the computer crime expert but Lena had handled white-collar criminal cases in general. I was mostly the civil rights lawyer of our practice. Was I the weakest link?
“Did Deon name him specifically in connection the break-in?”
“Yes. Does your client know this person?”
Did I admit that Trog had a connection to his little Ramen Noodle eating friend? I weighed my options carefully, and decided that if Sachs were going to show me good faith, then I would do the same. My gut told me that he wasn’t really after Trog anyway.
“Yes. According to Trog, she’s a college student here in Philadelphia somewhere.”
“He’s met her in person?”
“No, I don’t think so. So, I guess he really doesn’t know for sure, but that’s what she told him. She put him up to making this particular political statement. That DNA article he downloaded was a gift for her for some paper she has to write.”
“That agrees with what she said online, that Kevin Collins hacked DocuKeep to protest companies ‘holding knowledge captive,’ or some rhetoric like that.”
“Well, so then it confirms that there was nothing more to it,” I pointed out.
“But doesn’t it seem a little odd to you?” he asked pointedly.
“It does seem kind of weird,” I admitted, considering it more. “Why did she brag about the break-in before he managed to download the
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