“Yes! We’ve got the bastard!”
Mark pushed his chair back from the table and punched at the air. He had just spent the last four hours searching through piles of papers and books taken from Randolf Jamison’s house the day before.
Randolf was sitting in a cell at the Houston federal prisoner transfer facility. He had been arrested on suspicion of trafficking in child pornography. Mark was the FBI agent from the Houston Computer Crime Task Force assigned to go through all of the hard drives taken from Randolf’s three computers.
Unfortunately, Mark had hit a wall immediately. Most of the information on the computers looked normal, but on two of them, two-thirds of the storage space was filled with an encrypted ...