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Zed
Zed stretched languorously and rubbed his tired eyes. He’d been sorting through the second batch of data dumps from the various search programmes for some eight hours now, fuelled purely on energy drinks, strong coffee, and the desire to make a break in the case. He’d now logged 23 hours out of the last 36 and fatigue was catching up on him. So far he had uncovered a large amount of useful information, but none of it relevant to the case. He now had several files of users accessing paedophile sites and forums as well as a major bulletin board operating in the US where large amounts of pictures and videos were being exchanged.
He would send all of these on to Jim later in the day so he could pass information on to law enforcement agencies in the relevant countries. There would pro
