[Runesmith]

However, before she went further there was something she needed to rule out. Lynn was no stranger to stalking people on Facebook, and she did regularly check Rob's profile. There were only two people who even knew those videos existed, and she was the only one who had a copy - she was pretty sure she never sent Rob those videos, especially as he disappeared from her life just a few days later, after perfunctory goodbyes and a box of donuts in the staff lounge.

It couldn't be him. His profile pic showed him smiling with a bunch of kids in an impoverished village in Mali. His status was set to "in a relationship", as it had been for many months. Most of the photos also featured that pretty Belgian eye surgeon who had been responsible for that status change. She had to admit - they made a perfect couple... young, happy, vibrant, tanned... the kind of photos that you see in magazines.

Arranging the courier delivery of a USB stick while being halfway across the globe was not beyond the capabilities of someone who had access to the kind of resources Rob had, but it seemed unlikely. Not only was he smitten by his blonde, green-eyed, Flemish goddess, he would probably not even remember who Lynn was by now. As she logged off the fake "Carol Wilkins" profile she used for stalking, she was surprised that she felt somewhat disappointed. She had been secretly hoping that maybe he had broken up and had remembered her, and... well.. actually, the thought of him sexually blackmailing her (maybe in to doing things even more daring than the videos) excited her, while it also simultaneously angered and disgusted her.

It took her some courage to download Kik and create an account. She used the same "stalker" email address, and when the app bullied her in to giving a phone number, she entered the number of the burner phone she had used long time ago when setting up the fake Facebook account. Not that these precautions made much sense when her blackmailer obviously knew her name and where she worked.

It took her a while to figure out how to search for the username - the stupid app kept showing her other, unrelated users while she was tapping out the username, and the one she wanted only appeared after she had keyed in the whole username. She was right not to trust an app this crappy with her real phone number.

With shaking fingers, she tapped out "I'm ready" and clicked "Send".