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    In Digital We Trust
    In Digital We Trust
    In Digital We Trust
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    In Digital We Trust

    By Rahul Bhagat

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    Martin is an aging detective, and a misfit in the high tech world of near future. The police chief takes pity and assigns him a simple case to investigate. A man jumped off a bridge and drowned; an apparent suicide.

    Natalie - a young, tech savvy intern is paired with Martin on the case. They go through the due diligence and Martin is about to wrap up the case, when they discover that someone was encouraging the dead man to commit suicide.

    Natalie takes the initiative and starts driving the investigation. She follows the digital trail and soon finds out that the dead man's digital assistant was somehow involved in his death. Through brilliant investigation she is able to figure out the actual person behind it but the evidence is circumstantial. She can't prove it. Eventually, the local FBI field office sets up a nail biting sting operation to nab the culprit.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRahul Bhagat
    Release dateApr 1, 2019
    ISBN9780993994548
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      In Digital We Trust - Rahul Bhagat

      IN DIGITAL WE TRUST

      Rahul Bhagat

      First Edition

      Table of Contents

      One

      Two

      Three

      Four

      Five

      Six

      Seven

      Eight

      Nine

      Ten

      Eleven

      Twelve

      Thirteen

      Fourteen

      Fifteen

      Sixteen

      Seventeen

      Eighteen

      Nineteen

      Twenty

      Twenty-One

      Copyright

      Sample Chapter - Rogue Autonomous

      ONE

      IT WAS A miserable day to be outside. The afternoon sky was overcast and foggy. On the ground, bare trees waited for spring. It had rained heavily the night before, and a drizzle, on and off, continued in its aftermath.

      A police trawler braved the swollen, muddy river and cut across the waves. It slowed as it approached the human body bobbing in the water. A couple of crows, disturbed by intruders, screeched and reluctantly flew away from their feast.

      On the shore, a knot of people, most in police uniform, had gathered at the wharf to wait for the trawler to return with the body. Standing among the group was Detective Martin Stump. Six feet tall and somewhat heavyset, Martin had tightly curled white hair and a thick, bulbous nose. He wore half-rim glasses and a dark trench coat. Next to him stood a young woman, Natalie, with her black hair trimmed in a bob cut. It gave her face an almost angelic look. She was short, probably five feet two or five feet three, and looked out of place in that group of mostly middle-aged people.

      Detective Stump gazed out at the river and awaited the arrival of the trawler. Five more years, he reminded himself. Five long years before he would be eligible for retirement. He glanced at Natalie and thought, given the way retirement age was creeping up, that it would probably be seventy-five by the time she retired. He was done with this shit, ready to hang his hat. And honestly, he didn’t understand the world anymore. It was changing so fast. Vehicles that drove themselves, digital assistants that talked and behaved like real people, walls that turned into giant TV screens. The landscape had become frighteningly unintelligible; he just wanted to fade into the sunset.

      In his heart, Stump thanked the police chief for assigning him easy cases like this one. The chief knew he had sacrificed a lot, and was letting him coast to retirement.

      He looked at Natalie and said, This is what the job is. Nothing glamorous.

      She shuddered, pulled her coat tighter, but didn’t say anything.

      The trawler was back. It docked with a gentle thump, and two burly men brought a black body bag down the ramp. They carried the thick plastic bag, glistening in the rain, away from the dock and placed it under the shed, on the hard concrete floor. Water droplets gathered in puddles on the bag and flowed down its side in rivulets.

      One of the burly men opened the zipper and revealed the contents inside. A fully clothed man, bloated and bleached, wearing a blue windbreaker, lay curled up in a semi-fetal position. The body gave off an offensive smell.

      Natalie let out an almost imperceptible gasp when she saw the body and took a small step back. Stump noticed that; he tapped her shoulder and extended the bottle of Vicks Vaporub to her.

      Rub it under your nose. Otherwise, the smell will linger in your head for days, he said.

      The coroner, hands safely in gloves, turned over the body and quickly checked the area around the neck and shoulders. She stood up and said, Clear case of drowning.

      How can you tell? Natalie asked.

      She gave her a quizzical look. I was wondering, who are you?

      Graduate student at the police academy, specializing in cyber crimes, Natalie said.

      Detective Stump stepped into the conversation. She’s with me. She’ll shadow me for the next three months. It’s part of her internship.

      The coroner shrugged and proceeded to explain. Of course, we need an autopsy to confirm the cause of death, but there are indicators. Look at the position of the neck. She pointed at the dead man. Facing down. If he had died on the ground, rigor mortis would have set in with his neck sideways.

      I see. Natalie nodded.

      Second, there is usually a frantic struggle before the person drowns. This final fight can be so intense that it ruptures muscles, especially in the shoulder and neck area. Look at this. She gestured Natalie to come closer for a better look at the purple and red bruises on the body’s neck. Injuries like this tell us that the victim was alive in the water at the time of death and not placed there already dead.

      Detective Stump noticed something white in the dead man’s ears. What’s that? he asked.

      The coroner pulled out the wireless device. Bluetooth earphones. Probably listening to space age music when he jumped.

      After completing her inspection, the coroner zipped the body bag and told Stump the medical examiner's report would be ready in a couple of days.

      Natalie and Stump walked back to their car.

      What next? she asked.

      "Let’s follow up

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