A typical package contains a file, some photos, locations and an objective.
I received a note, and a drive.
The drive didn’t just contain his files, but the files on every single person he’d ever interacted with. They’d all been tagged. Each person had a folder to their name. Each folder contained hundreds of documents and images that dated back to a decade ago.
The note contained a number.
I sighed, and grabbed my secure handset.
“Mayte,” she answered.
“Where’d you get this drive?” I asked.
“It was in his locker.”
“We need to talk. In person.”
“Are you free tomorrow?” she asked.
“No. Can you pick me up from the gym in the morning?”
"Sure. What time?”
“05:00 a.m.”
“Okay.”
She was serious.
It was time to do my homework.
I sat down and began going through the files on the drive.
It was tiring. I yawned as I scrolled through chat messages and emails.
Had he collected all this dirt on his own? Or did he have someone’s help?
It seemed like a lot of trouble to go through for a bunch of random civilians.
Except now, that he was dead. And the clue lay somewhere in the midst of a thousand files.
I rubbed my eyes and opened his picture again.
“Come on! Talk to me,” I whispered.
I wondered if any of the people he talked to knew he was tagging them. And if they did, what could they have done to drive him to suicide?
It didn’t add up.
It seemed pretty obvious that he was suite smart. As far as collecting information went, he’d done an outstanding job.
But I needed to know more about him. I needed to know her. What kind of relationship did they have that triggered her to come to me with this job? I specialized in very specific kind of jobs. And this seemed to be a little too far from my usual.