Kirkpatrick and Rogers had developed a reputation as the unit's own Mulder and Scully, tech-savvy agents who play to each other's strengths.Rogers, a thirtysomething who wears her blond hair pulled back in a bun, honed her skills as an interviewer during her nearly nine years as a police detective in Washington State.They chatted with friends, posted pictures, and when they were tired, stretched out on their beds to rest.But at some point, each of them looked up and noticed the same strange thing: the tiny light beside their webcam glowing.As Mistah X taunted James, his IMs filling the screen, James called Amy: He had the creep online. They talked about calling the cops, but no sooner had James said the words than the hacker reprimanded him. The task of hunting him down fell to agents Tanith Rogers and Jeff Kirkpatrick of the FBI's cyber program in Los Angeles.
One by one, they gazed fearfully into the lenses, wondering if someone was watching and if, perhaps now, they were looking into the eye of something scary after all. They stare out at us blankly from our phones and laptops, our Xboxes and i Pads, a billion eyes and ears just waiting to be turned on. As she pleaded for the police to come quickly, she reached into the shower and cranked the water all the way up, hoping the hacker couldn't hear her.
He had no California driver's license, leading them to suspect he was an illegal immigrant.