"She's not exactly a kid."
"What? Do you know her?"
"Sort of," he admitted sheepishly.
"Okay, okay. Forget about that for a minute. What led you to him?" She pointed at the screen. "You were supposed to be IDing suspicious public watering holes."
"Yeah," he said, nodding, "but I was trying to filter out the noise, the innocuous business meetings and family chat-fests. That's why I was looking at the social sites, to see if there was a nexus, some person associated with too many of them to be an accident."
"You mean the ringleader."
"Uh-huh. What I found was that the instigation for a lot of these meetings came from a single IP address. Congressman Fox's. Those gatherings were set up from his townhouse in Georgetown."
"Meaning anyone with access to his computers."
"Or," he added, "someone spoofing the IP to incriminate him. Paranoia, remember?"
"Of course. So why do you think it's his daughter?"
Craig hesitated. Could he trust her? "Do you remember the group I infiltrated for our first field practice? The one that wanted to remodel the constitution?"
"Yeah. Wasn't their leader some kind of snake?"
"Boa. His name's Derek Boa. Anyway, Fox's daughter is a member of Constitutional Evolution. In fact, she's the one that tagged the mainstream media as the C.C.C.P. -- corporate controlled complicit press."
"And you think she's been facilitating conferences for her group?"
"I did at first. But when I crosschecked the people attending the meetings, there weren't any CE members involved. Some of the ideas they've been toying with turn up in their emails, but that's as far as it goes."
She put up her hand. "Hold on. I'm confused. Are you saying that her group is behind those meetings or not?"