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plastic. When the woman from Texas arrived, he led her inside, handed her a tall cup of coffee, and<br />
then they sat down and began speaking.<br />
“So,” Jared said as he flipped open a notepad and took the cap off his pen. “I need you to tell me<br />
everything: Tell me about the forums; tell me what your daily routine is. When do you log on? When<br />
do you log off? How often do you stay online for? Where do you post? What do you post about?”<br />
Jared was going to become her. And he wanted to make sure, in his obsessive manner, that he<br />
knew every single detail about her account that others on the Silk Road would be aware of. Over the<br />
next two days he learned how to write like her, to capitalize inflections, to repeat important points<br />
twice, and even how to use emojis and smiley faces as she did.<br />
She handed Jared dozens of screenshots she had taken of previous chats with DPR and his three<br />
deputies, SameSameButDifferent, Libertas, and Inigo, all of whom were incredibly powerful on the<br />
site and, as she warned, not to be fucked with.<br />
Jared purchased a MacBook laptop that was identical to hers, and they spent the second day<br />
downloading all of the same applications she used to access the site, ensuring that his avatars<br />
matched hers (she had chosen to make her Silk Road avatar an image of Spider-Man eating a taco)<br />
and that the versions of the programs they used were indistinguishable from each other. He set his<br />
username to hers, which was Cirrus.<br />
Then, at the end of the two days, the woman from Texas gave Jared her log-in credentials for the<br />
Silk Road. As he typed the username and password into his computer, she voiced her concern about<br />
what could happen if things went awry.<br />
“I’m really worried DPR is going to find me,” she said. There were, after all, rumors floating<br />
around the Dark Web that the merciless Dread Pirate Roberts had recently had some people killed.<br />
The last thing the woman from Texas wanted was to get a knock on her door and . . . Well, the thought<br />
terrified her.<br />
Jared assured her that she had nothing to worry about and said he was available day and night if<br />
anything happened. “Most of the people on this site are just nerds,” he said. “They’re not ruthless<br />
drug lords.” From all of his investigations, it seemed that the Silk Road was less like The Godfather<br />
and more like Lord of the Flies. Were these people capable of ruthless acts? Yes, absolutely. But with<br />
a caveat: many of them were capable only from behind the safety of a keyboard. “My advice,” he said<br />
to her, “is to just get off the grid for a while. Don’t go on social media. Don’t go to the site. Just lay<br />
low.”<br />
The people on the Silk Road would still see her online under her pseudonym, Cirrus. Only a<br />
handful of people in the federal government would know that Cirrus was really Jared, undercover.<br />
DPR had asked Cirrus to provide a driver’s license if she wanted to work for him, so Jared had<br />
the undercover team at HSI put together a fake license with a photograph of a female agent, which he<br />
sent to Dread.<br />
“Hey I’m willing to do anything you need me to do on the site,” Jared told the Dread Pirate<br />
Roberts in his first interaction with the man he had been hunting for two years. “I’m here to help.”<br />
DPR responded with a list of mundane tasks to complete and told Cirrus to get to work. There<br />
would be no small talk here.<br />
Maybe this puzzle would be solvable after all, Jared reasoned.<br />
As he dropped the woman from Texas back off at O’Hare, Jared was invigorated by the fact that<br />
he was no longer just an employee with the Department of Homeland Security; he was now also