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of over a hundred boxes, bags, and
single items.
When you're Kevin Mitnick's best friend and former co-
conspirator, the most mundane, private possessions are potential ev-
idence of a global computer hacking conspiracy. The FBI confiscates
ordinary telephones, a business card holder, tax forms, telephone
jacks, common commercial software programs, and a collection of
erotic videos that includes three "Ginger" productions, Gang Bang
No. 8, and Mediterranean Fuckers.
Bonnie Vitello is forced to hand over her purse to the G-men.
She's not allowed to leave the sofa so she tries to do her homework
for her night class.
"If you studied computer science please raise your hand," she asks
in her cheery voice.
No hands go up. Computer science, it seems, is not a prerequisite
to investigate computer hackers. But the agents are friendly to Bon-
nie. At least one of the younger agents thinks she's cute, and insists
on following her to the bathroom. A couple of them even try to help
her with her homework.
And McGuire tries to protect the former Mrs. Mitnick.
"We're not taking Bonnie's computer," he tells the gruff Ornellas.
Ornellas has one question for Bonnie.
"Did he ever touch your computer?"
"Yes," admits Bonnie.
"Take it!" orders Ornellas.
The questioning isn't going the way Ornellas planned.
"There's this guy, Eric. He's doing really bad stuff," De Payne
tells Ornellas in a concerned tone. "He says he lives on Sepulveda
but he's really living at McCadden Place."
Special Agent Stanley Ornellas doesn't want to talk about Eric.
"These encrypted files on your computer. What's the password?"
"You fellows have to stop this guy Eric," De Payne hammers
back, spinning the conversation in a circle. He has only one ques-
tion, and one answer.
"ERIC. ERIC. ERIC."
Terry Atchley has a question for De Payne.
"Did you use SAS?"
"I'm not sure," says De Payne. "What legal definition are you
using?"
"Well, we don't want to get attorneys involved," suggests an FBI
agent. "They make everything much messier and complicated."
"I agree," says De Payne. "I just don't know what you mean."
Atchley tries again.
"Did you use SAS?"
"I'm not sure of your interpretation," repeats De Payne.
Ken McGuire tries Bonnie.
"Do you know what SAS is?"
"Oh, that's Swiss Airlines Systems. I fly them all the time."
McGuire smiles.
"Aha!" Ornellas exclaims. "What's this?"
The G-man has burrowed through the tea leaves in De Payne's
Argentinian tea bowl.
He hold up his prize, a tiny microcassette.
The best part of the prank will be revealed in the days and
weeks ahead. Soon the FBI will play De Payne's secret tape and
hear its own informant, Eric Heinz, talking about how he's tap-
ping people's phones and breaking into phone company central
offices. Then, the FBI will get to the matter of De Payne's en-
crypted hard disk. Without the codes, the FBI may need to send
the encrypted files to Washington, D.C. There the Bureau could
arrange for some super-computer time to begin the tedious pro-
cess of decrypting the codes. And if the Bureau spends enough
time and enough money, it will peel away the first encryption
mask to reveal another encrypted layer. And another and another
and another.
For when you encrypt garbage upon garbage, in the end, even the
FBI can only find garbage.
■ ■ ■
"If you aren't going to arrest me can I go to my dad's?"
"We need to search your car first."
A platoon of law enforcement agents escort Kevin Mitnick past
the complex's pool and tennis courts to his car, where they subject
the vehicle to a full search. Mitnick can't believe his eyes. A couple of
uninvited FBI agents jump in the backseat of his car like kids eager to
go for a ride.
The nerve of these guys.
Mitnick orders them out, and hops in and guns it. He screeches
down Las Virgenes, and speeds onto the busy 101 freeway:
Eighty, ninety, one hundred miles an hour.
What are they going to do? Pull me over for speeding?
At his dad's place, Mitnick phones an
single items.
When you're Kevin Mitnick's best friend and former co-
conspirator, the most mundane, private possessions are potential ev-
idence of a global computer hacking conspiracy. The FBI confiscates
ordinary telephones, a business card holder, tax forms, telephone
jacks, common commercial software programs, and a collection of
erotic videos that includes three "Ginger" productions, Gang Bang
No. 8, and Mediterranean Fuckers.
Bonnie Vitello is forced to hand over her purse to the G-men.
She's not allowed to leave the sofa so she tries to do her homework
for her night class.
"If you studied computer science please raise your hand," she asks
in her cheery voice.
No hands go up. Computer science, it seems, is not a prerequisite
to investigate computer hackers. But the agents are friendly to Bon-
nie. At least one of the younger agents thinks she's cute, and insists
on following her to the bathroom. A couple of them even try to help
her with her homework.
And McGuire tries to protect the former Mrs. Mitnick.
"We're not taking Bonnie's computer," he tells the gruff Ornellas.
Ornellas has one question for Bonnie.
"Did he ever touch your computer?"
"Yes," admits Bonnie.
"Take it!" orders Ornellas.
The questioning isn't going the way Ornellas planned.
"There's this guy, Eric. He's doing really bad stuff," De Payne
tells Ornellas in a concerned tone. "He says he lives on Sepulveda
but he's really living at McCadden Place."
Special Agent Stanley Ornellas doesn't want to talk about Eric.
"These encrypted files on your computer. What's the password?"
"You fellows have to stop this guy Eric," De Payne hammers
back, spinning the conversation in a circle. He has only one ques-
tion, and one answer.
"ERIC. ERIC. ERIC."
Terry Atchley has a question for De Payne.
"Did you use SAS?"
"I'm not sure," says De Payne. "What legal definition are you
using?"
"Well, we don't want to get attorneys involved," suggests an FBI
agent. "They make everything much messier and complicated."
"I agree," says De Payne. "I just don't know what you mean."
Atchley tries again.
"Did you use SAS?"
"I'm not sure of your interpretation," repeats De Payne.
Ken McGuire tries Bonnie.
"Do you know what SAS is?"
"Oh, that's Swiss Airlines Systems. I fly them all the time."
McGuire smiles.
"Aha!" Ornellas exclaims. "What's this?"
The G-man has burrowed through the tea leaves in De Payne's
Argentinian tea bowl.
He hold up his prize, a tiny microcassette.
The best part of the prank will be revealed in the days and
weeks ahead. Soon the FBI will play De Payne's secret tape and
hear its own informant, Eric Heinz, talking about how he's tap-
ping people's phones and breaking into phone company central
offices. Then, the FBI will get to the matter of De Payne's en-
crypted hard disk. Without the codes, the FBI may need to send
the encrypted files to Washington, D.C. There the Bureau could
arrange for some super-computer time to begin the tedious pro-
cess of decrypting the codes. And if the Bureau spends enough
time and enough money, it will peel away the first encryption
mask to reveal another encrypted layer. And another and another
and another.
For when you encrypt garbage upon garbage, in the end, even the
FBI can only find garbage.
■ ■ ■
"If you aren't going to arrest me can I go to my dad's?"
"We need to search your car first."
A platoon of law enforcement agents escort Kevin Mitnick past
the complex's pool and tennis courts to his car, where they subject
the vehicle to a full search. Mitnick can't believe his eyes. A couple of
uninvited FBI agents jump in the backseat of his car like kids eager to
go for a ride.
The nerve of these guys.
Mitnick orders them out, and hops in and guns it. He screeches
down Las Virgenes, and speeds onto the busy 101 freeway:
Eighty, ninety, one hundred miles an hour.
What are they going to do? Pull me over for speeding?
At his dad's place, Mitnick phones an
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