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Ross wouldn’t be out long. Maybe just a couple of hours to mooch Wi-Fi from a nearby coffee<br />
shop, download the show, and do some work on the Silk Road.<br />
2:50 p.m.<br />
Tarbell was watching the street when his phone vibrated with a message from the undercover FBI<br />
agents who had been monitoring Ross. “He’s on the move,” they wrote.<br />
Tarbell quickly ducked into the coffee shop to alert Jared and Thom.<br />
“Our friend is coming down the street!” Tarbell said aggressively to Jared. His voice was gruff<br />
and to the point. Jared looked back at him, exhausted and confused by what Tarbell was saying.<br />
“Which friend?” Jared asked, thinking this could be another Tarbell joke.<br />
“Our. Friend,” Tarbell said firmly, “Is. Coming.” He couldn’t exactly blurt out “Ross Ulbricht”<br />
or “Dread Pirate Roberts” or “the criminal mastermind you’ve been after for two fucking years.”<br />
And then it hit Jared. Holy shit! Our friend!<br />
He grabbed his coffee and laptop, came rushing outside, and ran across the street to a park bench<br />
with Thom, where they tried their best to blend in with the world around them.<br />
2:51 p.m.<br />
Tarbell exited the coffee shop. “Description and Direction?” he wrote on his BlackBerry to the<br />
undercover agents. Everyone in Tarbell’s crew scattered. Brophy cut right to hide in the library a few<br />
doors down. He had seen Thom rush across the street, taking a seat on a bench in front of a pizza<br />
place. Jared was not far behind him. Tarbell turned in the only direction left and started walking south<br />
along Diamond Street, right into the path of Ross Ulbricht.<br />
Tarbell knew that the undercover FBI agents would be following Ross, but he wanted to get a<br />
glimpse of him firsthand.<br />
Cars and people flowed by in all directions as Tarbell approached the crosswalk. The world<br />
was moving at a perfectly normal pace. Yet for Tarbell it was operating so much slower; his heart<br />
hammered in his chest, as he knew he was about to come face-to-face with the Dread Pirate Roberts.<br />
And then he did.<br />
As Tarbell crossed the street, as if he were doing so in slow motion, he noticed every detail of<br />
his surroundings: the birds flapping through the air, the colors of the cars on the road, the chipped<br />
paint of the yellow crosswalk, and the man now walking into his path, who was wearing blue jeans<br />
and a long-sleeved red T-shirt and had a brown laptop bag over his shoulder. Tarbell took another<br />
step forward into the median of the road and looked directly into his eyes as Ross looked back.<br />
3:02 p.m.<br />
Ross continued along the crosswalk and walked up to Bello Coffee. The coffee shop was bustling.<br />
Every seat was taken by someone with an open laptop or a mother with a stroller. He had told his<br />
employees the importance of being safe in a coffee shop, once offering Inigo this advice: “Take your