Raphie opened the door to Nigel’s room.

“Do you know where Mom is?” Ralphie asked Nigel.

Not yet. Everyone is looking, Nigel texted to Ralphie’s phone.

Nigel hoped that his brother wouldn’t get upset; sometimes Ralphie would get scared and need comforting, and Nigel wasn’t ready for that.

“Okay, it’s probably the weather. I heard on the police band that there is a huge pileup on the interstate, just before Evens Road,” Ralphie said.

Since when did you start listening to the police band? Nigel texted.

“I heard you and Milo talking about it before,” Ralphie said.

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She must be behind that. Cell phone coverage is a bit spotty there. I’m sure she’s okay. Nigel gave Ralphie a reassuring smile as he texted.

“I’m hungry,” Ralphie said abruptly.

Food sounds good, Nigel texted.

“I will make us some dinner, Nige. Let’s see what frozen wonders chef Ralphie can whip up!” Ralphie said as he headed toward the kitchen.

Mom will be fine. I need to stay focused, Nigel thought.

Nigel resumed his work. He needed a way to measure activity from various parts of the internet so he could get an accurate idea of what the BGP router malware was doing; the problem was that he didn’t have the access to do such a thing. Or did he?

He launched his ShowALLD web app protected by an anonymous MORP browser connection. The purpose of the ShowALLD app was to provide intelligence on vulnerable systems that were on the internet. He had to determine the bot’s next move. It seemed to be going after a certain vulnerable version of the BGP router. The malware would attack it and then use it to disseminate the next phase of attacks. He needed Jet’s research to put all of this together.

Where is she?