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caught in a tree in the park and had climbed the branches, higher and higher, to rid the park of the<br />
dangerous plastic bag. But his kindness had come with consequences. “I have poison oak rash from<br />
head to toe,” he had e-mailed Julia a few days later. “I wish you were here to comfort me :(.”<br />
Still, the ointment that could fix the pain would come soon enough, when Ross would be able to<br />
see Julia again. He had booked a flight to Austin, planning to leave in a couple of weeks. He was<br />
done with San Francisco. What choice did he have? The city knew too much. He would go to Austin<br />
first, find another hiding place. Probably somewhere far, far away, where he could see his vision<br />
through. Maybe it would all be a new beginning.<br />
The site was making more money than he knew what to do with. He had tens of millions of<br />
dollars on thumb drives scattered around his apartment. The problems, though abounding, had simply<br />
become daily work obstacles for Ross. When he wrote in his diary that he had loaned a dealer half a<br />
million dollars, or had Variety Jones deploy one of his soldiers to deal with another problem, or paid<br />
hackers or informants $100,000 apiece, it was just a day in the office for Ross. Murders, extortion,<br />
reprisals, and attacks had all just become the job. Sure, it was stressful at times, but in Ross’s<br />
alternate universe he was king.<br />
On the beach, as the fire roared, a massive fireworks display began exploding in the distance<br />
like a magical, colorful rain. Boom! Boom! Boom! The thuds of the drum mixed with the sound of<br />
fireworks bursting overhead, their burning embers sprinkling into the ocean.<br />
At around midnight two new visitors joined the group, though not the kind that Ross wanted to<br />
see: two San Francisco police officers walked up, inquiring into what was going on. But they weren’t<br />
here for him. They politely said it was time to put out the fire; the beach was closing. One minute red<br />
sparks shot violently into the sky, the next sand was being kicked over the embers as darkness<br />
returned to the beach.<br />
The troupe of friends gathered their things and walked back toward the parking lot, in the<br />
direction of the white pickup truck.<br />
The party, it seemed, was over.<br />
As Ross slipped his black jacket back on and looked out into the darkness, he had no idea that a<br />
team of undercover FBI agents were looking back at him, and that for the past two weeks they had<br />
been watching his every move.