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Years later, when Carl decided to become Nob, he reasoned that this was a different kind of<br />
undercover job. He was safe from the temptations of the underworld because he was behind a<br />
computer. And yet, just as in his old days with the drug cartel, Carl found himself increasingly drawn<br />
into the world of the Dread Pirate Roberts. After a day in the DEA offices, Carl would go home,<br />
straight into the spare room of his old Colonial house in Baltimore and onto the computer to converse<br />
with the man he was supposed to be hunting.<br />
The room where Carl sat typing away wasn’t much to look at, with a single bed and a bookcase<br />
that had once belonged to his grandfather. Here Carl would sit in an old brown and white lounge<br />
chair, his legs stretched out on the ottoman, as his online personality, Nob, chatted with DPR about<br />
everything and anything, and Pablo, the family’s mentally deranged cat, which hated being touched,<br />
watched from the bed.<br />
At times they talked about family, with Carl saying prayers for Dread and his loved ones. During<br />
other occasions, they talked about their health.<br />
“Tell me about your diet,” Carl asked.<br />
“Minimize carbs,” DPR replied, “no bread, no pasta, no cereal, no soda. I eat lots of hard boiled<br />
eggs.”<br />
One reason Carl was able to chat with DPR for so long was because it was apparent to him that<br />
Dread was lonely. All that time behind a mask must have taken its toll on the leader of the Silk Road,<br />
and DPR evidently sought solace from the people he was connecting with online. Carl astutely<br />
reasoned that he could use this to his advantage, coaxing the leader of the site to share more, and<br />
enticing him to be Nob’s friend. A little manipulation here, some deceit there, and the Dread Pirate<br />
Roberts would be eating out of Carl’s hand in no time at all.<br />
Yet the attempt was backfiring, not because Carl wasn’t getting close to DPR, but rather because<br />
he was getting too close to him. They would talk for hours about relationships, music, and the future<br />
of the drug trade.<br />
For Carl, who had been fighting the war on drugs for more than a decade and getting nowhere,<br />
arresting one dealer only to see another take his or her place had gnawed at his purpose in the world.<br />
Now the arguments the Dread Pirate Roberts was making about the war on drugs were actually<br />
starting to make a little sense. Maybe the answer to all this violence and waste of government<br />
resources and the hundreds of thousands of people rotting away in jails was to legalize drugs. Maybe<br />
Carl was on the wrong side of the war.<br />
Maybe, maybe, maybe.<br />
Somewhere along the way of those maybes, Carl started to become enamored with Dread. He<br />
started greeting DPR with affectionate salutations. “Hello my friend,” he would write. “Is all well?”<br />
At other times he offered, “Stay safe,” and each night that they spoke, he told DPR to “sleep good.”<br />
There were compliments: “You are the most interesting man in the world, stay thirsty my friend!” And<br />
Carl even joked once, “I love you.” To which DPR replied, “Yer making me blush :).” Soon after that<br />
exchange, Carl started to sign his letters to DPR with an affectionate “Love Nob.”<br />
Sure, part of this was Carl being undercover, but part of it wasn’t.<br />
As the relationship progressed, in addition to trying to draw out the leader of the notorious drug<br />
and arms Web site, Carl started antithetically offering advice on how DPR could camouflage himself<br />
even more. “You can do one of two things,” he wrote to Dread. “Move to another country where you