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And then there was Julia, who had planned to video chat with Ross the night he was arrested.<br />
She had stripped down to her sexy lingerie and logged on to Skype, hoping to see a handsome Ross<br />
staring back at her through his laptop camera. But he never showed up. She rang and rang, trying to<br />
reach him, but no one answered. She was completely unaware that at that very moment, the man she<br />
hoped to flirt with through a tiny little camera on her computer was sitting in handcuffs in a jail cell,<br />
and that his laptop was being probed in an FBI forensic truck by two federal agents. Eventually she<br />
gave up trying to call him that evening, assuming that Ross had forgotten about their online<br />
assignation, and she went to bed alone.<br />
The next morning a client came into her office, and as they sat going through photos, Julia’s cell<br />
phone rang, interrupting the meeting. It was a friend from Austin who simply uttered the words<br />
“Google Ross Ulbricht.”<br />
“Huh?” Julia queried.<br />
“Just do it,” the friend demanded. “Google Ross Ulbricht’s name.”<br />
Julia turned to her computer, typed in a name she had written ten thousand times before, and<br />
waited for the results to load on her screen. When she saw the news she almost fainted. Shock took<br />
over her body as she fell on the floor and began wailing.<br />
• • •<br />
Two weeks later Ross boarded a flight on Con Air (a nickname given to the prison airline that<br />
transports inmates) to New York City. When he landed, after an arduous zigzag across the country,<br />
picking up and dropping off other prisoners, Ross was placed into the general population in a<br />
Brooklyn jail, where he would live until his trial began.<br />
His devastated parents flew up from Austin to see him, friends made the pilgrimage to show their<br />
support, and Ross met his new lawyer, Joshua Dratel, a stalwart attorney who was known for<br />
defending some of the most notorious criminals on American soil, including two men who were<br />
involved with the U.S. embassy bombings in Kenya and Tanzania that killed 224 people. Ross had<br />
chosen Dratel because he saw him as a lawyer who subscribed to the philosophy that someone’s<br />
beliefs shouldn’t be a crime and that the system should offer everyone—even alleged terrorists—a<br />
fair trial.<br />
The FBI had tried to find the bodies of the people murdered on the site, the ones DPR had paid to<br />
have killed, but no database matched the crimes. It appeared that either the Hells Angels had disposed<br />
of the bodies perfectly or, more than likely, no one had actually been killed at all. Rather, the Dread<br />
Pirate Roberts had been scammed for hundreds of thousands of dollars.<br />
The government offered Ross a plea deal of ten years to life, but he wasn’t willing to take the<br />
chance of a judge handing down the latter of those two sentences. Ross still very much believed that<br />
he could get himself out of this. He declined the offer. In response, and in frustration, the U.S.<br />
Attorney’s Office decided to throw everything it had at Ross and to make an example of him.<br />
What Ross didn’t know at the time was that the laptop the FBI had managed to slip out of his<br />
hands had not been as secure as he hoped. Ross’s booby traps had failed, and his password<br />
(“purpleorangebeach”) had too, as the FBI team managed to find the password hidden in the<br />
computer’s RAM. The forensics team had uncovered a trove of digital evidence, including Ross’s<br />
diary entries, Silk Road financial spreadsheets, and, worst of all for Ross, some documents that Ross