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messages on social sites—those ones that tell you “click here to find out who’s been looking at your profile.” All those links and messages are scams from miners looking to collect your personal info.
    But, believe it or not, the technology does exist to track who is looking at your profile—and I was a fool not to expect that someone like Tommy Ferguson would be using it. Even if I didn’t find out what he looked like now or what he was up to, I still knew what a computer geek he was back in the day, and I still should’ve known that there’d be a high likelihood of him tracking any online movement around him. He was always more immersed in the web presence aspect of the tech world than I was, and so much of that comes with an added degree of watchfulness and/or paranoia.
    Hi Tommy , I wrote back. Yeah, it’s Trish now. A lot has changed. For you too, I see. Just feeling nostalgic and looked you up.
    I lied to Tommy, of course. There was no reason to tell him the truth—in fact, there was every reason to lie.
    No shit , Tommy replied almost instantly. I’ve been thinking about you recently too. You back in Pittsburgh? Working at rEcore?
    At first, I wondered how Tommy knew so much about me—but then I realized that I’d updated my profiles when I came back to Pittsburgh and started at rEcore, and I hadn’t updated them since I got fired.
    Yeah, I’m back in the ‘burgh , I answered. You still around too, huh? I was trying to avoid Tommy’s second question by asking my own—but, alas, it set me up for another.
    Yep , he replied. Still in Pittsburgh, working at InLand. Want to get together sometime and catch up?
    I bit my lip and stared at the tiny thumbnail of Tommy looking back at me. Certain parts of me—I don’t have to say which ones—wanted nothing more than to get together and catch up with Tommy. But other, more rational, parts of me were telling me it wasn’t such a good idea… Though, for the sake of the investigation, it might not be a horrible idea. If I played my cards right, I could get information from Tommy about Gretchen that I might not be able to find out on my own, right?
    Okay, I typed back. That sounds like a fun idea.
    Really? Tommy replied immediately. I wasn’t expecting you to say “yes” so quickly. I thought I’d have to convince you.
    Like I said, I answered, just as quickly, a lot has changed.

~ Chapter 7 ~
     
    Tommy and I went on to make plans for later that same evening. We arranged to meet at a place on the East End of Pittsburgh, just past the area where we went to college. It seemed a fitting place to meet up, and it was a pretty happening area, so I was thoroughly looking forward to the evening.
    But as soon as I got to the club we’d decided upon, I was a little overwhelmed by everything, including by surroundings. The Soapbox was a tall place, rather than a long one. It had three different floors to it, and I didn’t know on which Tommy would be waiting—if he was waiting at all. And, if he wasn’t waiting, I didn’t know which floor I should wait on.
    I looked around the first floor and didn’t see anyone who looked like Tommy, neither how I remembered him nor how I saw him on the computer. I made my way to the second floor and, again, couldn’t find him.
    Third time’s the charm , I thought, ascending the final flight… But, of course, Tommy wasn’t there either. I sat down and ordered a martini, which wasn’t my usual drink but seemed fitting, and I pulled out my phone to check the time and see if I had any messages. It was 6:10 p.m., ten minutes after I was supposed to meet Tommy, and my inboxes were empty.
    I finished what was left of my drink, which only took a few minutes, and then I got up to leave, figuring I’d do a quick sweep of the other floors before calling it a night. Just as I was walking down the steps, a group of other patrons were walking up them—and, lo and behold, Tommy was among them.
    He smiled at me from below, then