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was logged in to the site and arrested him if he was, but they couldn’t take that chance, so Brophy let
him go.
“No shit?!”
“Yep.”
“Well,” Jared sighed as he observed his laptop, “he’s logged in now.” He then asked, “So what
are we going to do?”
“I’m not sure. Let’s see what the ASAC says tomorrow,” Tarbell said, referring to the local
assistant special agent in charge. Tarbell swallowed a gulp of his beer the way someone downs a
shucked oyster, and as he did, he was reminded of something he had forgotten to share with Jared.
“You wouldn’t believe who fucking called me before I flew out!”
“Who?” Jared queried as he took a bite of his burger.
“Carl Force! And he was being adamant that he wanted to see the server; he was almost defiant
about it, acting like a real dick. I told him if he wanted to see it he had to go through my ASAC.”
“The Baltimore guys are so fucking unprofessional,” Jared said as he shook his head. “I swear
something’s up with Carl; something doesn’t feel right.”
The agents spent the next forty-five minutes telling stories about just how unprofessional Carl
and the team in Baltimore had acted toward them during the investigation, with Brophy and Thom
listening in shock. Though none of them had any idea yet just how unprofessional.
“I have to get to work for DPR,” Jared said as he stood up to leave the bar, knowing full well
that he had a long night ahead of him. Tarbell had his own work cut out for him. The next day he
would have to head down to the local FBI office and somehow try to persuade them not to go into
Ross Ulbricht’s house with a SWAT team.