She kept her eyes closed but her mind wandered in all possible directions, considering all possible what ifs. She raced her brain so much that after half an hour she fell into the cradle of sleep. She slept like a baby curled up on his gigantic king sized bed.
He tried harvesting all user names and passwords possible for the account that had done the transaction into Scarlett's account. When he was unable to find a clue he tried to randomize the last 8 bits of each IP and tried to trace them. 256 variations per server base address. The task was ginormous but he was not someone who would consider impossible as part of his dictionary. So he kept on burning his midnight oil till he found the encrypted tunnel. Now, all that he had to do was to decrypt it to find the sender's account name.
