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Chapter 16<br />
FROM AUSTIN TO AUSTRALIA<br />
I’m selling my truck,” Ross told all his friends on Facebook. “Make me an offer!”<br />
Fall had blanketed over Austin, with 2011 nearing its end, and Ross had only two weeks to<br />
get his life packed into boxes and sell everything else before he left town.<br />
Fudging Erica. If she hadn’t posted that tormenting message on Facebook about Ross being a<br />
drug lord or kingpin or whatever, he wouldn’t be in such a rush to leave the country. Weeks before the<br />
chaos erupted he had been thinking of going to see his sister, Cally, in Australia for a while, to get<br />
some space from Julia and his Texan friends and family, but now the trip was a must, and it was on<br />
fast-forward.<br />
Ross was pretty sure he had deleted Erica’s terrifying post in time, but if he had not, and<br />
someone had actually seen it, he would find himself in more trouble than he was capable of dealing<br />
with. He also had no way of knowing if Erica’s Facebook outburst was the last he would hear from<br />
her. If she truly wanted to be vindictive, she could easily go one step further and tell the FBI or DEA,<br />
or even those senators who had painted a bull’s-eye on the Silk Road months earlier.<br />
One thing was certain: Ross didn’t want to take any chances. He scrambled, getting his life in<br />
order to make a quick and easy break from Austin to Australia.<br />
The truck sold quickly. His personal belongings were handed down or given away. He stuffed<br />
other things in boxes and hid them under his bed at his parents’ house, next to the box of Dungeons &<br />
Dragons miniatures he had painted as a child. He packed the few belongings he needed day to day,<br />
including his gray V-neck T-shirt, his single pair of jeans, and, most important of all, his laptop.<br />
Paranoia had started consuming his thoughts, leaving Ross on edge about those around him. Was<br />
the DEA or the FBI hunting for him? Was he a cop? Was she? What did everyone know? But the most<br />
stressful thoughts centered around those whom he had told about the Silk Road.<br />
It wasn’t that Ross had been stupid or naive in telling them about the site. Rather, back then,<br />
when he first shared his secret, Ross could never have predicted that the Silk Road would grow as<br />
big as it had. In his mind on opening day, he had imagined a few dozen people shopping in his online<br />
marketplace. That had quickly turned into thousands. Now, with the media, the senators, and who<br />
knew how many people in law enforcement looking for him, he needed to backtrack.