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To hide himself. The killers hacks into Cray’s Mind’s Eye. Cray’s point of view… What are you doing? …now the killer’s point of view. He’s looking at himself. Before Cray could make sense of it… Please, don’t. Please. Who could hack a human being? It gets better. As in worse? Look at the metadata time of death. Timeline ends at and seconds. Jesus. Not just the identity-theft to hack the man’s eye, the victim’s alone when he’s killed. Or that’s what it looks like. Shooter has no signature. No identifying meta trail. What’s the world coming to when murderers won’t tell us who they are? Makes a change from picking up crazies we already know are guilty. We actually got ourselves a whodunit. Two. Matches another case. Baltimore, July, also got his POV hacked, also by a shooter who wasn’t there. What’s happening? What is this? They thought it was an anomaly, but now they want to reopen the case. Last visitor was of the female persuasion. The woman’s ID? Scrubbed. By the by, this doesn’t get out. Let the press gossip. Officially, it’s a suicide. Charlie, this morning downtown… I saw a ghost. Face without a name? Girl was a blank slate, no digital footprint. Thought maybe it was a glitch, ran her again, nothing. Another cipher. Seeing too many. Or not seeing. Send her to me. You got it. You with me, Sal? Yeah, of course we are. Damn. Jesus. I’m out of here. What were you watching? Show me what you were watching right now or you’re never going to see me again. Show me, Sal. I can’t. No. I really can’t. So what are we looking at, Lester? We analyzed the victim’s record. A week ago, an edit. Technically, it’s a duplication. This footage has been rock and rolled. To stretch it… and if you analyze it carefully… we’ll see he spends too long on several pages in the book. Other anomalies with this footage… you compare stock activity in his Mind’s Eye with what actually happened to the market on the day. It’s been elongated too, but… unless you’re looking for it, you would never see it. This is very good, so… meticulous work. But it all masked deleted activity. Illegal activity that the SEC missed. A day later, he’s cleared of an insider trading charge. Then there’s this. It’s kind of hard to hear with the music playing in his head, but… that. That’s a doorbell. Cray had a mystery guest. They covered their tracks, no evidence of the meeting. There was nothing in the victim’s background to suggest he had the ability to launder his own record, so… Hacker for hire. Jordan Nees, has edits too. Music producer with a history of heroin addiction. Had his latest relapse scrubbed. So he wouldn’t lose his job. This is a nightmare. The hypothetical… isn’t. Not only can they get into the house, they’re moving the furniture around. Charlie, you know that girl I saw yesterday on South William. She matches the description of the last person to see Nees alive. Last night, she got deleted from my history. Thought it might be something in the Ether, but nothing else is missing. Now, I’m thinking that someone got into my life record and erased her. Send her back to me. I was going to ask you the same thing. Mine’s gone. The moment I saw her… now just a black hole. Not just me. Ten other people in the street that day now have edits in their record. The moments they looked at her… random strangers. She must have built an algorithm. Automatically searches for her and erases any trace it finds. Blacks her out and leaves a gap. None of the people in the street significant enough in their life to warrant a proper cover-up. And anyone who is significant has a nasty habit of dying. Hard to erase their memories without erasing them. Handful of people smart enough to do this. Generally too smart to go on a killing spree. Unless the gifted mind is a sick one. They do a surveillance search? With what? We don’t have a face anymore. . We don’t have a name, a face… no idea where she is. Yeah. We got exactly nothing. Hungry? I’m good. You have arrived. Hey. Hi, Sal. It’s late. I know. Tomorrow’s his birthday. You think I don’t know that? Ten. Please stop.



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