Chapter Twelve
Analog solutions and digital problems.
After the clues at the park, I needed to call in reinforcements. When following the path of a hacker, it pays to have one of your own.
With some prodding, I had used my success with the Ellington case to grease the wheels a little with Amir. He was now allowing me to occasionally pay his oldest son, Jamal, for his help with the more technical computer work. It hadn’t been easy, but I’d pointed out that if I helped ease the kid’s talents in the right direction, there was a chance he’d make something of himself. We both knew the youngster would make one hell of a forensic investigator if he ever decided to take that route.
Jamal was excited about the position, partly because he despised the alternative–working in his father’s restaura
