Part 19 (1/2)
As per his instructions, Sam cloned the drive before starting the computer up and a.n.a.lyzing the hard drive.
It took him just a minute to confirm the extent of the disaster. The computer was wiped clean. The operating system was there, and some basic programs, but nothing else. It was as if it had just been taken out of the box. There was a scattering of code fragments near the boot sector of the disk, but it was garbage.
”This has been wiped,” Dodge said.
”Same here,” Sam murmured.
”Bleedin' h.e.l.l, what're we going to tell Jaggard?” Dodge asked in a loud voice, then leaned over, talking quietly for Sam's ears only. ”Who else knew the location of the terrorists, do you think?” he asked.
”The insider!” Sam realized with shock.
”And who knew we were on our way here?” Dodge pursed his lips and answered his own question. ”Same person.”
”You think the insider did this?”
”If it is an insider, then it all adds up,” Dodge said. ”They would have done this to clean up any traces that might have led us back to them.”
”Then it's not just one person,” Sam said. ”They must have had people on the ground here in Chicago.”
”Not only that,” Dodge said, ”but they were able to get in here right under the noses of the Chicago PD and get out again without being seen.”
26
SWAMP WITCH
The octagonal office in the middle of the CDD control center had been known as the swamp ever since the center was established, and n.o.body really knew why.
The first inhabitant, a college professor, balding on top but with long gray hair pulled back in a ponytail, had been known as The Thing from the Swamp by the CDD team. He had been followed by Swamp Creature, Swampy, and most recently by Swamp Witch.
Small, rotund, and with a shock of bright orange hair, the name seemed to suit, and although Isabel Donald knew full well of her nickname, the current on-site representative of the Congressional Oversight Committee never complained.
Her references were impeccable, her rise through the ranks of the CIA's IT department remarkable, and her abilities quite unique.
All in all, there was no reason to suspect that she could be actively working against the CDD from the inside.
No reason at all, Sam thought.
”Here,” Dodge said, tapping the screen of his laptop.
Dodge's room at the Crowne Plaza was identical to Sam's in every luxurious way, although a lot less tidy. Sam yawned and tried to focus his eyes. He had slept very little on the Airbus on the way to Chicago and not at all on the way back.
”Here's Swamp Witch,” Dodge said, ”appearing behind you and telling Vienna to pull her head in.”
”That's not quite what she said,” Sam said.
Dodge ignored him. ”Right, switch to the overhead camera and we should see where she appeared from.”
The data from six different video cameras had been copied onto a memory stick and plugged into the USB3 slot of Sam's laptop. All of the CDD team could be easily identified, intensely working away at their workstations until one by one they threw their hands in the air, giving up as their computers died with the horrible blue screen of death. They congregated behind Dodge and Sam or behind Socks and Zombie.
”And we find out about the plane...here,” Dodge said.
The sudden movement and look of panic was unmistakable. Sam felt his palms begin to sweat just watching the video.
But as far as Sam could see, none of them left the room. No one accessed a computer. No one had the opportunity to hit any kind of Self-Destruct b.u.t.ton on the intruder code.
Except for Swamp Witch. The keeper of the gates. The watcher of the watchers. The guardian of the truth. She was nowhere in sight.
”She stays in her office right up till the last minute,” Sam said, running the video forward and backward as Swamp Witch emerged and scampered down the slight slope toward their workstations. ”Maybe she was just fighting them, the same as we were. Came out when her machine got wiped, like the rest.”
”Or maybe not,” Dodge said.
”You can't really think that she is our insider,” Sam said. ”She has security clearance that goes beyond the moon.”
”Don't mean nothing,” Dodge said. ”Maybe she's just pulled the wool over a lot of people's eyes for a long time.”
”It still doesn't feel right to me,” Sam said.
”Give me a better option,” Dodge said.
Sam couldn't. He shrugged. ”Now what?”
”We need some proof,” Dodge said. ”We can't just go accusing the Oversight rep of treason without something a bit stronger than this. I think we need to get into her computer.”
”You mean hack in?”
”Nah, ya muppet, you think she wouldn't notice that? We need to get into the swamp when she's not around and clone her hard drive. Then we can a.n.a.lyze it at our leisure back here.”
”Security cams would see us,” Sam said cautiously.
”Yeah, but n.o.body reviews the footage unless there's a problem,” Dodge said. ”So let's not cause a problem.”
”I think we should let Jaggard know,” Sam said. ”That way, if we're caught, at least one person will know what we were doing.”
”If we ask Jaggard, he'll say no. If we then go and do it, we'll be out on our a.r.s.es,” Dodge said.
”Probably be out on our 'a.r.s.es' anyway,” Sam said.
”Maybe,” Dodge said. ”But it's always easier to apologize later than to ask for permission up front.”
”When?” Sam asked.
”Sooner the better,” Dodge said. ”How about tomorrow? If you can cover me, I'll try and slip into her office when she's not there.”
”Won't it be locked?” Sam asked.
”That will be the least of our worries,” Dodge said.