“You—you crazy old—” Miller began to scream, but Evelyn cut him off with a calm, clinical authority that silenced him instantly. “I am currently recording this entire call,” she said, her tone as detached as a surgeon’s.
“I have your location, your real name, and the digital signature of the three computers connected to your little call center. While we’ve been talking, I’ve routed a notification to the local police cyber-crime division in your district, along with a full dump of the fraudulent ‘customs’ documentation you’ve been using.”
She paused, checking a monitor. “Oh, and you might want to look at your primary workstation. I believe you’ll find your screen is currently displaying a real-time feed of your own office, taken from your hijacked webcam. I can see you, Mr. Gupta. Hello there. If I were you, I would spend the next few minutes deleting your browser history and praying. Goodbye, Officer.”