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you were only giving them half of yourself? As he had confided in his pals, both in the real world and<br />
on the Silk Road, he wanted a family one day. Just not yet and just not with Kristal.<br />
But that didn’t matter, because just as Ross was going into hiding, another special someone was<br />
slowly but assuredly coming back into his life. The person he had sworn he would never talk to<br />
again: Julia.<br />
This was not part of his checklist.<br />
Prior to deciding to lie low for a while, he had been reading a book on productivity, which<br />
offered a message that wasn’t too dissimilar to the approach he’d taken in his college days, when<br />
he’d trimmed the unnecessary banalities in his life by not showering for a month or eating only a bag<br />
of rice for a week. One of the messages in the book was that the reader should “reboot” their online<br />
calendar by starting anew. When he had done just that, the computer had canceled an old event with<br />
Julia and automatically sent her a message letting her know.<br />
“How have you been?” she wrote back to him. “Still think you are amazing.”<br />
This led the onetime lovebirds to start e-mailing each other sporadically. While it was just<br />
flirting right now, maybe it would become something again in the future. If nothing else, it was a nice<br />
distraction from the chaos of his now many other worlds.<br />
As Josh, Ross went to the house on Fifteenth Avenue and took a brief tour. He was introduced to<br />
the people who rented the other bedrooms in the house and, after handing the cash to Andrew Ford,<br />
the man who was renting the room, Ross moved right in.<br />
Josh’s new roommates were unaware that the twenty-nine-year-old Texan who was now<br />
unpacking his few belongings, arriving with literally a laptop and a small bag of clothes—enough for<br />
a week’s travel—was really called Ross Ulbricht. And they certainly didn’t have any suspicion that<br />
he was also the Dread Pirate Roberts, who had tens of millions of dollars in Bitcoins on his laptop<br />
and in thumb drives in his pocket. To the roommates, Josh appeared to be a quiet and polite day<br />
trader, not the man who over the past few months had ordered the murders of half a dozen people on<br />
the Silk Road.<br />
Yes, there had been more people put to death at the hands of the Dread Pirate Roberts.<br />
Shortly after the drowning and subsequent killing of Curtis Green, someone else had tried to<br />
scam DPR out of $500,000 in Bitcoins. Though, unlike in the previous case, where the money was<br />
just stolen and needed to be dealt with accordingly, this extortioner had threatened to release<br />
hundreds of real names and addresses of Silk Road users that had somehow been stolen. The only<br />
way to avoid this, DPR was told by the extortioner, was to pay $500,000.<br />
But Ross wasn’t going to fall for this again, so he had recruited a new group of henchmen, the<br />
Hells Angels, whom he had met through the site, to find the thief and have him killed. “This kind of<br />
behavior is unforgivable to me,” DPR explained to the Hells Angels over chat. “Especially here on<br />
Silk Road, anonymity is sacrosanct.”<br />
The cost for this hit had been quoted as $150,000 for a “clean” murder. Dread wasn’t happy<br />
about this price, as he told the Angels; he had paid half that for a previous murder.<br />
Still, negotiating with a group of ruthless thugs wasn’t exactly an easy task, and $150,000 was<br />
nothing to Dread at this point, so he agreed to the fee. Over the coming days a picture of the dead man<br />
and an e-mail arrived in DPR’s in-box. “Your problem has been taken care of. . . . Rest easy though,<br />
because he won’t be blackmailing anyone again. Ever.”