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staff.’
    Trear turned to Agent Decker. ‘We did a background check on Mr Ross yesterday?’
    Decker nodded. ‘Preliminary came up clean – except for the address.’
    Ross leaned in. ‘I explained that.’
    Trear silenced him with an upheld hand. ‘If you can convince Corland that you know something useful, I’ll be willing to listen to your theories. Failing that, I don’t want to have this conversation again.’
    Sebeck folded and pocketed the slip of paper. ‘Fair enough. Thanks, Agent Trear. Agent Decker. C’mon, Jon.’
    Ross resisted. ‘But you do believe this is a diversion?’
    ‘Have Agent Corland call me, Mr Ross.’ Trear looked to Sebeck. ‘Sergeant, I know it’s a difficult time, but I need written reports from you as soon as possible. I want your account of the attack, the cell phone call, and I want those findings from the canyon scene.’
    Sebeck nodded. He turned and pulled Ross out the trailer door and into the fading sunlight. Once outside, Sebeck and Ross squeezed past the gathering press corps and headed toward the estate fence line.
    Ross pulled himself free. ‘I never even wanted to be involved in this mess in the first place.’
    ‘Jon, you’ve got an unusual skill set. And we need your help. Larson was engaged to be married. He was barely twenty-five. How many more people like him are going to die?’
    ‘The Feds are wasting their time. They won’t find anything on the CyberStorm network.’
    Sebeck grabbed Ross’s arm again. ‘Look, I’m getting tired of hearing what we won’t find. Tell me where we
can
find something.’
    ‘Sobol had the whole damned Internet to hide his plan. That’s what I would have done.’
    ‘Don’t even go there.’
    ‘It’s that type of thinking that’s going to limit us. We
must
put ourselves in his frame of mind.’
    ‘Fuck his frame of mind.’
    Ross met Sebeck’s stare for a moment or two, then looked away. ‘Sorry. I guess that is annoying. If someone could just get me back to my car, I’d like to get some rest.’
    Sebeck’s stare softened. ‘I forgot the Feds grilled you all last night. I’ll take you back. No detours this time.’
    They turned and faced a barrier of concrete highway dividers ringing Sobol’s estate. CALDOT crews had placed them over the last several hours. Both men looked into the distance. Beyond the estate fence, a quarter mile away, the black Hummer sat motionless in the center of the sweeping lawn amid crisscrossing tire tracks. Its whip antennae stood straight up, like the spines on some deadly insect.
    A few deputy sheriffs were placed here and there along the road, sitting inside rugged-looking Forest Service crew trucks, engines idling. Sebeck guessed they were there to win a demolition derby should the Hummer make a break for it.
    Sebeck turned to Ross. ‘You really think this is just the beginning, don’t you?’
    Ross scanned the terrain. ‘I don’t know what I think anymore. Maybe Trear’s right.’
    Sebeck took one last venomous look at the Hummer. ‘C’mon. Let’s get you back to your car.’

Chapter 15:// Countermeasures
    Crypto City
. That was what they called National Security Agency headquarters. Each day thousands of agency personnel took an unmarked highway exit in Fort Meade, Maryland, into a sprawling business park of mid-rise office buildings surrounded by concentric rings of barbed wire fencing and a yawning desert of parking spaces. The mirrored windows of the buildings were fakes. Behind them sheets of copper and electromagnetic shielding prevented any electrical signals from escaping the premises.
    The agency was a vast communications drift net, catching hundreds of millions of electrical and radio transmissions worldwide every hour and sifting through them with some of the most powerful supercomputers on the planet. From its very beginning – back in the days of the fabled Black Chamber after World War II – the agency was responsible for creating the cryptologic ciphers relied upon to safeguard America’s secrets and for cracking the ciphers of foreign powers.
    A culture of secrecy dating back to the Cold War permeated the place. Posters seemingly from a bygone era hung in the common spaces, extolling the virtues of keeping secrets – even from other top-secret researchers. However, with the explosion of technology throughout the nineties, even the NSA was no longer able to keep up with the worldwide flow of digital information, and they were forced to let the