Don't Look Back. Joanne RockЧитать онлайн книгу.
as a patrol officer had given her face-to-face experience with more overt crime—rape and domestic abuse. Drug sales gone bad and drive-by shootings. The Internet criminal was new to her, although she’d read case files on a few online money-making rackets. Normally, the NYPD handed over those investigations to specialized departments.
“Some guy who’s buying into the fact that I’m a teenaged girl showed me how to set up a wish list through an online superstore. Anyone who knows my wish list name can send a present through the site while my personal information remains anonymous.”
“And you wished for a webcam?” She didn’t want to break department protocol to make this bust, and she wondered how this tactic would go over in court.
“Of course not. I just went along with it to let the guy think I was a teenage girl. I put some bubblegum pop CDs on there and other stuff then forgot about it until a box showed up with all kinds of equipment that would allow me to set up a video feed so I can show myself to admiring fans.”
“I think the jig is up because you’ll never pass for a girl.” She had to laugh at the image because if she thought for too long about the young women who got sucked into that kind of life in a bid for friendship or acceptance—or even money—Donata wouldn’t be able to do her job.
“So we’ll play shy and see how much effort these guys go to in order to push their victims into the spotlight. I’m starting to think there are a hell of a lot more people at work on these kinds of schemes than just the filmmaker who packages the video snippets for sale.” He shoved the equipment into a shipping box and Donata saw that the pieces were labeled as a four-port hub that advertised it could be used for multiple cameras. Another box contained a memory upgrade.
Her insides felt hollow to glimpse this new world of potential violation for mixed-up teenagers. She knew how it felt to have compromising photos follow you through life. These kids wouldn’t just have a few pictures to worry about. They’d have hours of video footage readily available online. How badly would that suck?
She followed Sean into his apartment. The expansive space was circled with windows on two sides thanks to its corner position. The real estate had to cost a small fortune.
“The P.I. business is paying you well.” She wandered over to the closer wall of windows and looked down at the street. She’d waited until after her regular shift to work with Sean, so by now the commuter traffic was kicking into high gear. Cars had their lights on because, even though the sun hadn’t set yet, twilight would be stealing through the sky soon. By the time the bridge and tunnel crowd arrived home, it would be fully dark.
“Not really.”
“I’m sorry. That was a tacky observation by me, anyway.” She rolled her eyes, wondering if she’d ever shed the lower-class sensibilities that had come with her upbringing. Sergio had always been too easily impressed by money, a quality she definitely didn’t want to share.
She liked seeing this side of Sean. The private side. His home was tasteful but comfortable and it smelled vaguely of him. Was it possible to be turned on by an apartment? Her mood lightened a bit at the thought.
“Not at all. I’m sure the investigators who work for big-time divorce attorneys with wealthy clients probably make a bundle, but that’s not really my style.” Sean set the box on a massive cherry desk that sat in one corner of the loft that looked like a home office. “I inherited this half of the building from an aunt. My sister used to live on the next floor down before she moved out west.”
“It seems like a great neighborhood.” She wondered how he got along with his sister and if she’d moved away to escape some of his staunch protection. But Donata didn’t want to pry. Removing her coat, she stared at the computer screen where Sean seemed to be in the middle of a chat room discussion.
“It’s usually fairly quiet around here.” He took her coat and pulled out the sole desk chair for her. “Have a seat and you can see what I’ve been looking over this afternoon. Did Mick tell you he checked his daughter’s computer history recently and he found a bunch of visits to a teen Web portal that’s well known for attracting pedophiles in addition to the regular clientele?”
She took a seat beside him, heart jumping just a bit. She found herself enjoying the reality of being attracted to a man who wouldn’t manhandle her, a man who’d made it a personal crusade to save unsuspecting women from the heartaches that awaited them in the form of online predators. Women could dish about men’s butts or abs all day long, but at the end of the day, that dedication to a worthy cause seemed way more attractive than nice pecs.
Although, wouldn’t you know, Sean happened to have both.
“When did you talk to Mick?” Call her paranoid, but something struck her as strange about a P.I. and a cop who’d been marginally suspicious of one another suddenly developing enough rapport to discuss an ongoing case.
Without her. And yes, she’d be the first to admit she carried a chip on her shoulder when it came to precinct politics.
“I called the station a few minutes before you arrived to see if you’d left yet. When Mick picked up your extension, he mentioned the concerns for Katie, who’s been lying to both parents about her whereabouts lately.”
Donata clicked through some of the windows Sean pointed out while they spoke, including the Web community Mick’s daughter had been visiting. Some of the teens’ sites were innocuous enough and others had a decidedly sexual tone although none of them came close to the content on the subscription sites Sean had bought into for the sake of the investigation.
They worked side by side for the first hour or so, with Sean bringing Donata up to speed on the investigation he’d been picking away at for years. His sister’s molester had been locked up long ago, but that hadn’t been justice enough for him and frankly, Donata could understand why. The bastard who’d hurt his sister had found her through the massive network of sex criminals linked by seemingly endless online communities. And Sean wanted to bring down as many of those communities as possible. The ones who trafficked in webcam porn or more innocent webcam footage turned into porn by spurned lovers or boyfriends as an act of revenge were the highest on his list.
Donata’s eyes were starting to cross two hours later when she hit a site that advertised innocent girls showing off on their teen webcams. Most of the footage looked harmless enough—girls having pillow fights at sleepovers with an occasional hint of undies and other video clips that were probably posted by the unsuspecting girls themselves. She was about to leave the site when a name on the index caught her eye.
Donata.
Curious, she moved the mouse over the name. It wasn’t that common, but she’d certainly come across it a few other times. Still, when you had a more unusual name, you felt a little sense of kinship with anyone who shared it. Or maybe that was just her. Her life wasn’t exactly overflowing with friendships and supportive connections so maybe she tended to seek out whatever ties she could in a hostile world.
Sean’s computer was fast, but the graphic images still moved slower than other pages and it took a moment for the photo to load. As soon as the top band filled the width of the screen, however, Donata knew she wasn’t going to find any kinship here. She recognized the backdrop for the picture before the rest of the image came over the screen.
Sean had disappeared into the kitchen to grab them each a beer, but he returned now to settle their drinks on the folded sports section of the Times.
“I don’t know why the bastard thought he could blackmail me into staying off the case when he’d already turned my photos into public property.” She couldn’t look away from the ancient picture of herself, the one she’d let her ex-lover take in a moment of trust. It would have been like looking away from an oncoming train wreck.
What did it matter if Sean saw the photo now that people all across the country had the option to copy and save it to their hard drives? Clearly, she wasn’t going to be able to keep all her dirty little secrets as private as she would have liked. Her few moments of reckless stupidity had been captured in full color