worked on July fourth before. Things change. You never mentioned any fucking fireworks, so just go cry in the corner and blame yourself.”
He rolled back onto his side, and Cindy bit the inside of her mouth so that she wouldn’t say anything more. She thought of other things to say but kept quiet.
Where were you?
Who were you with?
Why are they more important than your daughter?
Just what have you been up to, Tony?
She refused to cry. What was the point? Crying never helped her before.
What she really wanted to do was to tell somebody what he was really like. Nobody knew. She’d never even told Maria the complete truth, and if she couldn’t tell her, she couldn’t tell anyone. Even Avril never really saw things that Tony didn’t want her to.
She felt more alone than she’d ever felt before.
Soon, she heard Tony’s breathing change and recognized the sound of him sleeping.
Closing her eyes didn’t help. She didn’t feel the slightest bit tired. Part of her wondered how long she’d actually been asleep outside, but the math seemed too hard to work out. Her brain was only focused on how much she hated her life.
Finally, she gave up and crept out of bed. She walked to her office, clicked her laptop on, and found her way back to the deep web. DarkNet was calling to her.
It somehow seemed appropriate. The house was dark, with no lights on except the laptop screen. Dark, secretive, quiet.
“Where are you, my little secret . . .”
Cindy clicked her way easily through her Tor software into the secretive side of the wired world where nobody could see what she was doing, and anything was available.
Anything.
She’d thought about DarkNet a lot over the past couple of days. How could she not? It was right there, all the frontier-style things that anybody could do. She found The Silkier Road and entered . . .
The original Silk Road was one of the best known places on DarkNet. It was the world’s most explicit black market drug emporium. One of its spiritual children, Silkier Road, was even wilder. She stared and couldn’t believe she could just click on anything she wanted and buy it . . .
Cindy wasn’t a prude. When she was a teenager, she’d experimented with marijuana, mostly at parties, and she’d tried a bit of hash one time. She knew some people who had access to harder drugs, but they hadn’t interested her. In front of her was a long list of drugs that she could buy with just a few clicks.
Ecstasy, cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, LSD, and a hundred other drugs that she didn’t even recognize the names of. It was like browsing at amazon.com. She could add the drugs of her choice to her shopping cart, check out, and arrange delivery to her home. She clicked LSD out of curiosity and found it was 6.92 bitcoins for 50 tabs.
A bitcoin was the currency of the DarkNet. She could buy bitcoins legitimately, and then use them for whatever she liked, completely untraceable, like everything else in the dark web. One bitcoin was worth about $120 today, so the 50 tabs of LSD would cost her about $840, or a shade less than $17 each. She wondered how that would compare to walking down the back alleys of Seattle.
She tired of looking at drugs quickly enough and clicked over to a different site. This one sold services: if you wanted something stolen, you could hire this company to do the work. The service listed about 100 chain stores that they were happy to steal from and even offered you proof of theft (in the form of a photograph of your item) before you had to pay.
“Don’t really need anything stolen,” she whispered.
There was a creak somewhere in the house, and she froze, wondering if Tony had woken up and was coming to find her.
Not bloody likely , she knew. He didn’t care enough about her to find her.
She wandered deeper into DarkNet.
Arms dealers willing to sell you any kind of gun you wanted, along with an ongoing supply of ammunition. AK-47s were a popular item.
Pornography of every