“It’s not gonna work like this, you know,” Smolin said firmly. “I can protect you from the pain and misery detainees endure within these walls only if you don’t insult my intelligence by lying to me about obvious things.”
“Umm… I’m sorry, I don’t un — understand,” she whimpered, stuttering and shaking.
“You were arrested for cyber crimes, for one of the most advanced hack attacks ever performed on an American retail chain. The Americans have a reward on your head.”
He stopped talking, looking intently at her as she averted her eyes.
“Don’t tell me you learned how to do that by washing windshields and panhandling at street corners.”
She sighed, a shivered sigh mixed with an almost inaudible whimper, almost like a stifled sob. Another wail of agonizing pain resonated through the walls from a neighboring interrogation room and she reacted again, gasping and trying to crouch in her chair.
“This,” Smolin gestured in the direction the wails came from, “this doesn’t have to happen to you.”
She looked up at him, a glimmer of hope appearing in her eyes.
“I don’t care about the Americans you stole from… They have enough. I don’t care about their reward either. I’m not going to turn you in to them; I don’t work for them. But I do need you to help me with the work I do for our country.”
He stopped talking, waiting for her reaction.
“Y — yes,” she said, nodding.
“Let’s start again, then. Where did you live all those years?”
She sniffled and wiped her nose against her sleeve.
“In the streets at first,” she said, her voice gaining a little more strength and confidence than before. “Then I met a group of young computer geeks who squatted in various places, unfinished buildings, low-security office buildings empty at night, and so on. We’d ride the subways at day and squat in some office building at night, grabbing laptops people left behind and cracking their encryptions to gain access to the net.”
“How old were they? Your friends?”
“I was the youngest, but not by far. The oldest was twenty-two, and he got us our first real home.”
“How did that happen?”
She looked sideways, afraid to say more and incriminate herself and her friends.
Smolin grabbed her chin again, forcing her to look up.
“Listen, we’re past that, all right? We already have you for cyber crimes, and there’s really no viable alternative for you other than to cooperate with me. If not, there’s little chance you’ll ever leave this room alive.” His voice stayed friendly, like someone giving advice. He stood and started walking slowly, stopping behind her. He grabbed a strand of her long brown hair and she almost jumped out of her skin. He ran his fingers through it and let it go.
“You see,” he continued, “being here is not what I do for a living, but I do need someone like you to work for me. If we can’t come to an agreement, I’ll leave you in the capable hands of the Cyber Unit interrogator and be on my way. Considering we haven’t heard a sound in a few minutes, I am thinking he’s become available. He must be done with the other detainee.”
“I can work for you, just tell me what you need,” she said quickly, sniffling and breathing heavily.
“First, you tell me what I need to know. How did your group get the place you lived in?”
“We… we grabbed credit card lists from many places, retail chains, cell phone operators, hospitals. We took their client lists with everything they had, addresses, payment info, full names, etc.”
“And then?”
“Then we started ordering stuff on eBay, direct from China, stuff that sold really well here for cash. Electronics and jewelry, mostly.”
“How did the payments go through? The shipping address is supposed to match the credit card billing address, not an address in a different country. That’s basic fraud prevention.”
“It could be different from the billing address, but yes, we did use the billing address as shipping address, but then sent a private message to the seller to instruct him to ship the goods here.”
“And he didn’t think that was a fraudulent transaction?”
“Why did you think we were ordering only from China? The sellers don’t care… they make the sale and move on to the next customer. Then we sold the goods here, for cash, when they arrived.”
“Then what?”
“Then we started having real cash, enough to get us homes and a real life; no more street corners and squatting.”
“How did you get caught?”
“I–I don’t know. I was very careful… I only handled transactions from unregistered equipment, different locations every time, someone else’s laptop, and a new credit card for each transaction, extracted from various databases.” A tear started making its way down her cheek. “Someone must have rolled on me… can’t think of any other way.”
Smolin stood, and she crouched again. He walked aimlessly around the table a couple of times as she watched him intently, then sat back down.
“Here’s what I need you to do for me. I will give you a list of IP addresses, and for those IPs, I need you to build me a Web crawler that identifies all Internet activity for the people associated with those IPs.”
“That’s… that’s major programming, not something I can slap together in a few minutes.”
“Will you do it?”
“Does it look like I have much of a choice?” Valentina asked with a bitter, resigned smile.
“No, you don’t; I’m glad you figured that out. Now tell me what you need to get the job done.”
“I need processing power and serious Internet bandwidth. I can write it down for you,” she offered, “but before that I need to find out more about what you need done. What are those IPs about? Whose are they?”
“Various organizations that interest me.”
“And whom do you want to track?”
“Any people associated with those organizations: vendors, employees, clients, partners, etc.”
“That could mean a lot of people,” she said, warning him. “A lot of processing power, and a lot of data for you to sift through when it starts coming in. People do a lot of shit online these days.”
“And I want to know all about it,” Smolin confirmed.
“Suit yourself. Anything in particular you’re looking for?”
“N — no,” he replied, a little hesitant.
“Look, I’m stuck here at your mercy. I can’t spill your secrets, but I might help you better if you tell me exactly what you need. Then maybe, I am hoping, you can let me go?”
“We’re not there yet,” Smolin replied dryly, “you’ll have to earn that freedom. I want you to look for any activity that signals an edge we could have against individuals. Are they cheating on their spouses? I want to know. Have they stolen anything? I want to know. Do they have an unpaid parking ticket? I want to know.”
“Got it, I think,” she replied.
“How soon can you get it done?”
“I’ll need two to three days after I have all the equipment, and I need a place to stay if I can’t go home.”
“No, you can’t go home, but I’ll place you under supervised house arrest at a safe house of ours. And you only discuss this assignment with me, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Then we’re done here. See? It wasn’t that bad,” Smolin said, leaving Interrogation Room 9.
He reached the ground floor and headed for the exit.
An aide caught up with him and asked, “Will you need anything else, Major Smolin?”
“Yes. Keep me posted as soon as the American State Department offers a reward for one of our hackers. Make that a standing order. Apparently it knows better than we do who’s our top cyber talent.”