Dawna waited ten seconds to give the impression she was thinking through what he’d told her. “A busy investigator wouldn’t have time to dig through layers of false identities and fake addresses to uncover the connections.”
Cooper jerked his chin down in agreement. “But a computer can do the same work in seconds. My granddaughter explained it to me. Three-dimensional techniques, she called them. Cluster analysis. Regression. Decision trees. Neural networks.” Cooper cleared his throat, a scoffing noise. “I can’t rightly say what those words mean, but the cops end up with an advantage the lawmakers never intended them to have.”
Dawna pulled herself up straight, no longer lounging. “You’re saying a man can no longer beat the system.”
“Nope.” Cooper stood tall too, and folded his arms across
