Chapter 5
They left headquarters and barely turned the corner when they saw her: a familiar-looking long-haired woman stood on the street, shifting around nervously, and stiffened when she noticed them.
- Wait! Please! - she called out. - You were working with Ian... Right?
They glanced at each other, both seemingly recognizing her from the earlier encounter.
- You knew him? - asked Constantin carefully.
- Yes. I'm Emily. I am... I mean, I was... His girlfriend.
Linda raised an eyebrow in surprise.
- Oh, - Constantin seemed surprised too. - I didn't know he had a girlfriend...
- Such is the nature of private life, - shrugged Emily.
- Of course, - he nodded. - Anyway. I'm Constantin. And this is...
- Linda, - she finished for herself.
- I'm afraid Ian was killed... - continued Emily. - And now it's my turn.
- Why do you think so? - inquired Constantin.
- Do you know who killed him? - followed Linda, almost at the same time.
- I don't know... I'm not even sure I can trust you. I can't go to law enforcement, they will suspect me... And they suspect you, so...
- We did not kill him, - sighed Constantin. - Though we can't prove it right now.
- Wait, you were there before us. - pointed out Linda. - How do we know it wasn't you who killed him?
- I did not kill him. - Emily echoed Constantin's words. - Though I can't prove it right now.
- Fair enough, - he chuckled.
- When I came in, he was already dead. I didn't know what to do... I grabbed his laptop and ran away.
- So you have his laptop?! - asked Linda.
- Yes, and I think something in there is related to his death. If they know I have it... - she buried her face in her hands. - But it's encrypted. I can't boot it up.
- We can try to unlock it, - suggested Constantin. - Where is it now?
- I've hidden it. I can show you where.
* * *
It was already twilight when they arrived to a nondescript abandoned alley far on the fringe. Emily went up to a porch in the corner, pulled out a laptop from the pile of rubbish and passed it to Constantin and Linda.
- Let us see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore, - whispered Linda under her breath as Constantin settled the computer on the stone parapet.
He turned it on. Several seconds later a password prompt screen showed up.
- Of course the whole disk is encrypted, - Constantin started thinking aloud. - Now, if the password is just a sequence of random characters... I won't ever pick it. So let's assume it is something I can in theory figure out, and go with that... It must be meaningful. And long, kind of like CorrectHorseBatteryStaple, but it has to be something we both knew.
- You think Ian would have foreseen that you'd need to guess his password? - commented Linda.
- He called me, - he nodded, eyes still fixed on the screen. - We used to be friends back in the day. Until he threw me under the bus to advance his career. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Hm, this might be a clue... What did he say then? Ah! The needs of the many! Did he use "of the few" or "of the one"?..
Constantin started typing frantically, then slammed Enter - and the prompt changed to a login screen with username "Ian" selected.
- Yes! - he exclaimed triumphantly. - Now we can mount this drive to any other computer and use this password to read it! But what if he had the same password for login as well?
It worked. A desktop appeared on the screen.
- Woo-hoo! - cried Emily excitedly. - You did it! Thank you!
She then hugged him from behind. Linda tensed involuntarily.
- I didn't expect it to work on the first try, - muttered Constantin, breathing heavily.
- Now, if you don't mind, - Emily reached out to grab the laptop.
He stopped her absentmindedly:
- Wait, this is addressed to me...
There was a single icon on the desktop. From where she stood Linda could barely make out its title - FOR_COSTA.txt. But the font in text editor was too small for her to follow once he clicked on the icon and started reading.
- Wait, what? It can't be... - Constantin frowned. - He says he has evidence... No, no-no-no-no...
- Costa, what's wrong? - gasped Linda in alarm.
He didn't answer. He grabbed his head in his hands and, moaning something indistinguishable, collapsed on the stairs.
At the same moment, before Linda could reach out to him, a sound of footsteps came from the alley, pulling her attention to the other direction.
She turned to that noise and saw two masked troopers with assault rifles at the ready.
- Freeze! - they shouted in unison.
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They left headquarters and barely turned the corner when they saw her: a familiar-looking long-haired woman stood on the street, shifting around nervously, and stiffened when she noticed them.
- Wait! Please! - she called out. - You were working with Ian... Right?
They glanced at each other, both seemingly recognizing her from the earlier encounter.
- You knew him? - asked Constantin carefully.
- Yes. I'm Emily. I am... I mean, I was... His girlfriend.
Linda raised an eyebrow in surprise.
- Oh, - Constantin seemed surprised too. - I didn't know he had a girlfriend...
- Such is the nature of private life, - shrugged Emily.
- Of course, - he nodded. - Anyway. I'm Constantin. And this is...
- Linda, - she finished for herself.
- I'm afraid Ian was killed... - continued Emily. - And now it's my turn.
- Why do you think so? - inquired Constantin.
- Do you know who killed him? - followed Linda, almost at the same time.
- I don't know... I'm not even sure I can trust you. I can't go to law enforcement, they will suspect me... And they suspect you, so...
- We did not kill him, - sighed Constantin. - Though we can't prove it right now.
- Wait, you were there before us. - pointed out Linda. - How do we know it wasn't you who killed him?
- I did not kill him. - Emily echoed Constantin's words. - Though I can't prove it right now.
- Fair enough, - he chuckled.
- When I came in, he was already dead. I didn't know what to do... I grabbed his laptop and ran away.
- So you have his laptop?! - asked Linda.
- Yes, and I think something in there is related to his death. If they know I have it... - she buried her face in her hands. - But it's encrypted. I can't boot it up.
- We can try to unlock it, - suggested Constantin. - Where is it now?
- I've hidden it. I can show you where.
* * *
It was already twilight when they arrived to a nondescript abandoned alley far on the fringe. Emily went up to a porch in the corner, pulled out a laptop from the pile of rubbish and passed it to Constantin and Linda.
- Let us see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore, - whispered Linda under her breath as Constantin settled the computer on the stone parapet.
He turned it on. Several seconds later a password prompt screen showed up.
- Of course the whole disk is encrypted, - Constantin started thinking aloud. - Now, if the password is just a sequence of random characters... I won't ever pick it. So let's assume it is something I can in theory figure out, and go with that... It must be meaningful. And long, kind of like CorrectHorseBatteryStaple, but it has to be something we both knew.
- You think Ian would have foreseen that you'd need to guess his password? - commented Linda.
- He called me, - he nodded, eyes still fixed on the screen. - We used to be friends back in the day. Until he threw me under the bus to advance his career. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Hm, this might be a clue... What did he say then? Ah! The needs of the many! Did he use "of the few" or "of the one"?..
Constantin started typing frantically, then slammed Enter - and the prompt changed to a login screen with username "Ian" selected.
- Yes! - he exclaimed triumphantly. - Now we can mount this drive to any other computer and use this password to read it! But what if he had the same password for login as well?
It worked. A desktop appeared on the screen.
- Woo-hoo! - cried Emily excitedly. - You did it! Thank you!
She then hugged him from behind. Linda tensed involuntarily.
- I didn't expect it to work on the first try, - muttered Constantin, breathing heavily.
- Now, if you don't mind, - Emily reached out to grab the laptop.
He stopped her absentmindedly:
- Wait, this is addressed to me...
There was a single icon on the desktop. From where she stood Linda could barely make out its title - FOR_COSTA.txt. But the font in text editor was too small for her to follow once he clicked on the icon and started reading.
- Wait, what? It can't be... - Constantin frowned. - He says he has evidence... No, no-no-no-no...
- Costa, what's wrong? - gasped Linda in alarm.
He didn't answer. He grabbed his head in his hands and, moaning something indistinguishable, collapsed on the stairs.
At the same moment, before Linda could reach out to him, a sound of footsteps came from the alley, pulling her attention to the other direction.
She turned to that noise and saw two masked troopers with assault rifles at the ready.
- Freeze! - they shouted in unison.
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