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The shadow behind the tree spoke first. He smelled of Pall Malls and vodka. "Barker said you'd be here."

Aaron looked to both sides, making his face into a tight cauldron. "Gimme what you got."

He backed up against the granite. Aaron saw the Reflecting Pool in the distance. And he could hear the man's uneven breathing, every huff's tone, depth, and duration as unique as a fingerprint. "You got to follow the money trail. Look what C.R.E.E.P. paid out. It'll lead you to Liddy, and he'll squeal like a county fair pig."

What the hell was he talking about? "That's what bank networks are for. Any good hacker can get the data in fifteen minutes."

The man belched out a cutting, dry laugh. "Think I give a damn how you get the information? Do your own leg work, buddy."

Thirty minutes later, Aaron had it. All it needed was a Facebook hacker, and he'd paid attention in college to Zuckerberg. It took Woodward and Bernstein three years to figure it out. Aaron got it in fifteen minutes, so he'd drop it off at Graham's office before heading back to San Francisco '09 and nailing Jeffrey.