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Finally, as the weekend came to a close, Jared started to formulate an idea for how he could
approach the case. He knew it would be laborious and tedious, but there was a chance that it could
also eventually lead him to the creator of the Silk Road Web site.
But finding the drugs and the drug dealers, and even the founder of the Silk Road, would be easy
compared with the challenge of persuading his supervisor to let him work this case based on a single
tiny pink pill. Even if he could convince his boss, Jared would also have to cajole the U.S. Attorney’s
Office into supporting him in this pursuit. And there wasn’t a U.S. attorney in all of America who
would take on a case that involved one measly pill of anything. Exacerbating all of this was the fact
that thirty-year-old Jared was as green as they came. And no one ever—ever!—took a newbie
seriously.
He would need a way to convince them all that this was bigger than a single pink pill.
By Monday morning he had come up with a scheme that he hoped his boss would not be able to
ignore. He took a deep breath, walked into his supervisor’s office, and sat down. “You got a minute?”
he said as he threw the white envelope on the desk. “I have something important I need to show you.”