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Angels to have people killed, and he saw other messages between DPR and Carl (as Nob) that were,<br />
curiously, encrypted and couldn’t be read.<br />
“That’s strange,” Jared said to Tarbell. “You think Carl Force is trying to obstruct our<br />
investigation?”<br />
“No clue, but something doesn’t feel right.”<br />
Still, they had bigger things to worry about than a petulant and possibly rogue DEA agent in<br />
Baltimore. Jared spent the next few days with the FBI crew, working in lab 1A, delving through the<br />
server, listening to Tarbell’s unrelenting jokes, and then ending the evenings at the Whiskey Tavern a<br />
few blocks away, where Jared learned what pickle juice and cheap whiskey tasted like. As those<br />
nights would come to an end and everyone else went home to their families, Jared would plod back to<br />
his hotel room overlooking the sacred ground of the World Trade Center, and he would transform into<br />
Cirrus, the online forum moderator on the Silk Road, and spend the evening undercover working as an<br />
admin on the site.<br />
A couple of days went by and Tarbell told Jared that “some guy from the IRS is swinging by<br />
later . . . Gary Alford or something like that. . . . He wants to take a look at the server.”<br />
“Sounds good,” Jared replied, then looked back at his computer as he continued chatting with the<br />
Dread Pirate Roberts as Cirrus.<br />
A few hours later Tarbell entered the lab with an African American man in his wake. “Jared, this<br />
is Gary Alford from IRS,” Tarbell said. “Gary, this is Agent Der-Yeghiayan from HSI Chicago.”<br />
Jared looked up at Gary, taking in his wide figure, and as he was about to say hello, Gary looked<br />
back at Jared with confusion and frustration.<br />
“Why does he get to bring his devices up here but I have to leave mine downstairs?” Gary asked<br />
Tarbell.<br />
Tarbell had no desire to explain that Jared was working on his computer undercover and simply<br />
replied, “Different rules for different folks.” Gary didn’t like this answer and seemed even more<br />
annoyed now than he had been a few seconds earlier.<br />
Jared then watched Gary peer up at the butcher paper on the wall with the words “silk road”<br />
written across the top. He was inspecting it, noticing all the Princess Bride jokes in the corner of the<br />
page and the IP addresses sprinkled everywhere. Gary seemed to be even more annoyed when he saw<br />
this, as if there was a party going on that he hadn’t been invited to.<br />
Tarbell then introduced Gary to Thom Kiernan, the computer forensics expert, who said he<br />
would help Gary dig through the Silk Road server. Tarbell then sat back down at the table in the<br />
center of the room, unaware, or not caring, that Gary was crestfallen that he wasn’t involved in their<br />
investigation.<br />
In a sulky mood, Gary got to work searching for people laundering money and Bitcoins on the<br />
Silk Road, but he kept looking over at Jared and Tarbell and then over at the big sheet of butcher<br />
paper. Finally Gary spoke up again. He had also noticed the words “Momi Toby’s café” on Laguna<br />
Street in San Francisco written under one of the IP addresses, and he asked what it was.<br />
Tarbell, his head buried in his computer, explained that it was the one place that the Dread Pirate<br />
Roberts had logged in to the server. The only clue they had tying DPR to a location.<br />
“Huh,” Gary replied. “I have a guy in San Francisco.”<br />
“Oh yeah?” Tarbell said nonchalantly. “You’ll have to give us his info.” Gary seemingly didn’t<br />
like this answer, either. Jared watched this interaction take place, and he felt somewhat bad for Gary,