He placed the coffees on the kitchen table before opening his laptop.
“So. Show me the message.” Casey added and I handed him my phone.
He studied the screen for several long minutes before plugging his laptop into a portable forensic device and his expression slowly became more serious.
“That’s interesting.” He muttered.
“What?” Drake asked looking over.
“I’ve never seen encryption structured like this.” Casey frowned.
“What do you mean?” Drake asked and he enlarged several strings of code across the screen.
“Normal these messages follow predictable patterns. This one doesn’t.” He said.
“So someone made their own system?” I asked.
“I think somebody made a very sophisticated one.” He said.
Another half hour passed while Casey quietly worked through line after line of encr
