“It took a little interpretation, but he was telling jokes.”
Bree got tears in her eyes, stood up, came around the desk, and hugged me. I got tears, too.
“Thanks,” she said. “What a perfect thing to hear.”
“I know,” I said, before the cheap phone I’d bought on the way to work buzzed. Who knew the number? I’d just gotten the damn thing. Just activated it.
“Hello?” I said.
“It’s Special Agent Batra.”
“How’d you get this number?”
“By being good at my job,” Agent Batra said, sounding annoyed. “I thought you’d be happy to hear from me so soon.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, though I was beginning to think there wasn’t a box in the virtual universe that Henna Batra couldn’t find and unlock if she set her mind to it. “You found something?”
“You were compromised in a troubling fashion.”
I wanted to say that I could have told her that, but asked, “How so?”
“They got a bug into your son’s computer operating system, piggybacked to a game app he downloaded at school.”
“At his school?” I said, feeling queasy.
Soneji or The Soneji were not only threatening me in my house, they were targeting my youngest child.
“What else?” I demanded.
“Your daughter, Jannie, had the same bug in her system,” Batra said. “It was uploaded to her computer without her knowledge when she was using her phone as a mobile hotspot at a coffee shop not far from your house.”
This was worse. Both my children were being targeted.
“What about my phone? My wife’s?” I asked, and turned on the speaker on the burner phone so Bree could hear.
“Clean,” Batra said. “I’ll have them messengered over in the next hour.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Is that it?”
“No, as a matter of fact,” the FBI cyber expert said. “There was a similarity in the signature of the bug coder and the coder who created www.thesoneji.net.”
I looked at Bree, who shrugged in confusion.
“You want to run that by us again?” I said.
The cybercrimes expert sounded irritated when she said, “Coders are artists in their own way, Detective. Just as classical painters had recognizable brushstrokes, great computer coders have a recognizable way of writing. Their signature, if you will.”
“Makes sense,” I said. “So who coded the website?”
Batra said, “It took me much, much longer than I expected to break through the firewalls that surrounded the identity of the creator and curator, but I did just a few minutes ago.”
“Have you been up all night?” I asked.
“You said it was important.”
Bree leaned forward, said, “Thank you, Agent Batra. It’s Chief Stone here. Do you know who he is? The website creator?”
“She, and I’ve learned quite a bit about her in the past hour or so, thanks to a friend of mine at the NSA,” Agent Batra said. “Especially the boyfriend she’s fronting for. In fact, I know about him going right back to what his first-grade teacher said about him the day she recommended he be expelled from school.”