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In the months since Jared had started to investigate the case, the Silk Road had become a<br />
phenomenon. It was being written about in the press all over the world on a daily basis, and given<br />
that the site was still running after eighteen months, other potential customers felt more confident<br />
buying drugs and guns, so the customer base was growing rapidly.<br />
The slew of press came with consequences, not just for the leader of the Silk Road, but also for<br />
Jared. All those stories in all those newspapers and blogs meant that other government agents were<br />
learning about the Silk Road, and Jared assumed they would want in on the case.<br />
And he was right.<br />
In the spring of 2012, on a late afternoon, Jared was sitting in his office, sifting through the latest<br />
envelopes customs had intercepted and, like a doctor checking an X-ray, holding up photos of drugs<br />
next to images on the Web site. He had checked in with his wife, Kim, and was trying to wrap things<br />
up to make it to the airport before racing home when his computer sounded a loud DING!, announcing<br />
a new e-mail.<br />
This wasn’t just any e-mail. The system that agents use to keep records of their cases is designed<br />
to notify each agent when someone else in the government has read their specific case files. The e-<br />
mail that Jared had just received told him that two people at Homeland Security in Baltimore, a sister<br />
office within the same agency, were at that very moment reading one of his case files. As he sat there<br />
looking at the message on his screen and wondering what was going on, there was another DING!<br />
And another. Soon it was like an old lady had hit the jackpot in Las Vegas. DING! DING! DING!<br />
DING! DING!<br />
As Jared sat there perplexed as to what was going on, things grew even stranger. His supervisor<br />
in Chicago received an e-mail from another supervisor in Baltimore, saying that a group of agents<br />
wanted to come out to the Windy City to talk about the Silk Road case. To add to this bizarre, out-ofthe-blue<br />
request, the Baltimore agents were bringing their U.S. attorney with them.<br />
This could mean only one thing: Baltimore wanted in on Jared’s case. But Jared didn’t want<br />
anyone impinging on his hunt for the Dread Pirate Roberts. This was his case, not theirs, and other<br />
people would surely drag him down in his pursuit. He also knew that coming out and saying that<br />
would only lead to infighting, which would only lead to a “deconfliction meeting,” where someone<br />
very high up in government decides who gets to run a case. That wasn’t a good scenario for Jared. In<br />
a standoff with older agents, he would likely lose.<br />
So Jared and his boss at HSI agreed to a meeting with the Baltimore team at the Dirksen Federal<br />
Building, where Jared had first sold the Chicago U.S. attorney on the Silk Road case.<br />
On the day of the meeting, Jared showed up at the home of the fifty-ton Flamingo expecting one<br />
or two people from the Baltimore contingent, but instead a small army streamed inside the office,<br />
including agents, assistants, and their own personal Baltimore assistant U.S. attorney, who introduced<br />
himself as Justin.<br />
After some formalities and awkward handshakes, the Baltimore attorney spoke. “Thanks for<br />
meeting with us. We’ve been reading your reports, Jared”—momentarily looking in his direction<br />
—“and you’re doing some really great work, just great reporting in there.”<br />
Jared thought to himself, I know you’ve been reading my fucking reports. I’ve been getting<br />
alerts in my in-box every fifteen minutes for the past few fucking weeks. He kept his rant to himself<br />
for now and instead smiled and nodded.