With Mr. Rogers safely locked in a cell, Jenna headed back out with Deputy Wolfe to see if Lionel Provine had returned to his store. Kids ten years old and up packed the computer store, which appeared to be an old feed supply conversion. The vast display of various devices on sale and the flat screens devoted to the latest games filled the front of the store. Toward the back area, groups of kids huddled around samples of the latest devices. Jenna noted the chains connecting each device to the tables and smiled. Mr. Provine was no fool. Along the front window, kids sat along a long bench engrossed in games, no doubt taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi on offer.

She glanced around, searching for the proprietor, and her attention landed on a tall man wearing glasses, bending over a computer, and surrounded by teenage girls. Raising her voice over the noise of battling gameplay, she turned to Wolfe. “That’s Mr. Provine. As you know more about computers than me, will you take the lead on this interview?”

“Sure thing, ma’am.” Wolfe shot her a smile. “Don’t speak the language, huh?”

“Not at this level.”

As if Provine heard her, he glanced up and a deep frown crossed his face. Moments later, he straightened, said something to his admirers, and strolled toward her. She offered him a smile. “Lionel Provine?”

“Yes, is there a problem?” Provine pushed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and peered at her through black-framed glasses.

“Nice place you have here.” Wolfe offered his hand. “Deputy Shane Wolfe.”

“Thanks, I have worked hard to make this store a going concern.” Provine frowned but shook his hand. “How can I help you?”

“Do you supply command-and-control servers and associated hardware?”

“I can order anything you need.” Provine raised both eyebrows then lowered his voice. “Are you planning on setting up remote control of multiple targets because hacking of personal information, as I’m sure you are aware, is against the law?” He rubbed his chin. “Oh shit, you don’t think I’ve been supplying a Black Hat, do you?”

“Not at the moment. Not many people would know that term for a superior type of hacker. You surprise me, Mr. Provine.” Wolfe towered over the man. “Supply of individual hardware items is not against the law. In my case, the sheriff’s department’s computers need an upgrade and to be working via a secure department server, so I’ll be sending you an itemized list as soon as the funds are approved.”

“If you need a technician, I am fully qualified.” Provine brightened seeing a potential massive sale.

Jenna blinked at Wolfe; his tech-talk was way over her head but she had to join in the conversation. “Some of the kids mentioned you often send them bonus cards. Why?”

“Ah, Sheriff, I earn the cards during gameplay and share them with other players. We all share bonuses—it’s part of the online gamer environment.” Provine glanced up at Wolfe and hunched his shoulders. “You know your stuff and yeah I’ve used cheat codes, but I didn’t write them, I traded them online.”

“Uh-huh. Do you recall where you were between the hours of eight and ten yesterday morning?” Wolfe took out his notebook and pen.

“Yesterday?” Looking slightly bemused, Provine rubbed the back of his neck. “Here, I live in the apartment out back of the store—why?”

“Just routine inquiries.” Wolfe made a note in his book and his cold gaze moved over the smaller man. “Can anyone verify your whereabouts?”

“Yeah, I open the store at nine and a delivery arrived about the time I opened.” Provine shrugged. “The kids started to arrive around that time as well. During school vacation the place is usually packed. It’s the free Wi-Fi but they do buy games and their parents stock up on the latest tech for birthdays and holidays.”

“Can I see the proof of delivery slip?” Wolfe narrowed his gaze. “What about the period between eight and nine?”

“I was in my apartment, alone, having breakfast.” Provine let out a long, aggravated sigh. “I’ll make you a copy of the delivery note.” He moved to the counter, took out a box crammed with paper, sifted through, then slid one into a scanner. He handed the document to Wolfe. “Is that all? I really need to keep an eye on the kids before they break something.”

Jenna took the copy from Wolfe and read the information. As Provine had stated, the delivery arrived at nine. She folded the paper and moved her attention back to the storekeeper. “Thank you. Do you know Felicity Parker?”

“Yes, she comes in frequently with her friends.”

Jenna nodded. “When was the last time you saw her?”

“Saturday, she was in with the usual crowd.” Provine looked interested. “Yes, that was the last time. She didn’t come by yesterday. I remember her friends asking me if I had sent her any bonuses because she wasn’t answering her phone earlier in the morning. They thought she might be playing her game, and you know kids, they get engrossed for hours at a time.”

“And did you send her any bonuses?”

“Yes, I sent out quite a few on Sunday, it brings the kids back into the store. You have no idea how keen they are to play the latest games. During summer break, Lucas and Chad are usually waiting outside the store for me to open. They catch the early bus into town.” Provine smiled. “They always end up buying a game or one of the new gadgets, and the girls are great at grabbing my lunch. It saves me closing up for an hour like today.”

That proves where Chad and Lucas were on Monday morning. “You send them out in emails?”

“No.”

Jenna met his gaze and shrugged. “So if you don’t use email, I gather you text them these game bonuses and… ah ‘cheat codes’, you would have to know their cellphone numbers? Exactly how many of these underage girls’ numbers do you have in your contacts list?”

“Zero.” Provine gave her an indignant glare. “They play online. Haven’t you ever played a game on Facebook or one of the other interactive games sites? It’s a community and people have player names. Most of the kids tell me their player ID so we can swap bonus cards online. I send the bonuses et cetera to their gift boxes.”

“Okay.” Wolfe flicked her a glance and closed his notepad. “That’s all we need for now. I’ll drop by and place an order soon.” He turned for the door.

Jenna followed him into the street. “What do you think?”

“I’ll have to unpack my equipment to discover if he is doing anything.”

“I’m not sure I understand.” Jenna opened the door to the cruiser and slipped inside. “What could he be doing?”

“I’m not sure yet but if he is chatting in an online games room, he could be dangerous, but Felicity and her friends seem to be playing online using their cellphones. If this is the case, without the phone, we have zip. I doubt I’ll find anything via their computers.” Wolfe dropped into the passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt. “I’ll spend the rest of the day checking out Felicity’s laptop and see if anyone has hacked it, but don’t expect instant results—it takes time, maybe a day or two.”

Jenna started the engine and headed back toward the sheriff’s office. “Can you explain in plain English? I understand hacking but what relevance does that have to the case?”

“She might have been telling her friends on social media her plans for the day. Kids share everything and don’t seem to worry who reads their posts or looks at their images. They friend anyone because the number of friends they have is a status symbol.”

Jenna pulled the vehicle into her reserved parking space and turned in her seat to stare at him. “Is that possible? I mean, social media have privacy laws as a fail-safe. No one could find out where she lives for instance.”

“There lies the problem. Once information is out there in cyberspace, it’s too late. The kids post pictures of their locality and friends all the time and it wouldn’t take a hacker to track them down.” Wolfe gave her an intense stare. “In my line of expertise there is no such word as ‘fail-safe’ on the internet.”