Hacker

I was a hacker. Part of a team tracking someone across the A roads and villages of the UK. Tracing with GPS and cell sites. Living off fast food and sleeping in motels. Keeping in touch with email and Twitter. Dog tired we ended up in Scotland at a hotel and a remote beach. The chase was called off - it had all been an exercise. Back to the hotel for rest, playing pool and my back against the cool chalky walls. The subject was revealed - we had been tracking a renegade with an illicit cheese. With crackers it made a fine snack