Amber looked at the picture, and back at Blunt. She'd never seen either of them before in her life and was about to say so when  something caught her eye. Something familiar, not about the picture itself but about the lines above and below the photograph.<br/><b>-- -.--  -. .- -- .  .. ...  --. .. ... .-.. . -... . .-. -  .- -. -..<br/>
..  -.-. .- -.  --. . -  -.-- --- ..-  --- ..- -  -... . ..-. --- .-. .  ... .--. .-. .. -. --.</b><br/><br/>Seemingly random lines of dots and dashes, in a code known the world over. She leaned back and shook her head. "Never seen 'im before in my life." She began drumming her fingers of her right hand on the table top impatiently. "What the fuck is this about mister?" Using her thumb for the dots and her index finger for dashes, the other three fingers providing misdirection by strumming randomly, she sent back:<br/><b>-.-- --- ..-  .... .- ...- .  -- -.--  .- - - . -. - .. --- -.  --. ---  --- -.</b><br/><br/>Repeating it until she was sure he'd caught on, then just switched to random tapping. She was pretty sure the guards were too dumb to spot the code, even if they knew to look for it. But out before spring? That she would like to see. The Serious Fraud Office, Cyber-Crimes Division had built a pretty solid case against her, and she'd been convicted of a failed hack on a bank's computer - something she vehemently denied, pointing out to her idiot of a lawyer that if she'd done it she wouldn't have been caught. When he asked her how she could be so confident, she said smugly that she'd never been caught before. Which in it's own way was an admission of guilt.<br/><br/>She'd been framed, and she knew it, but the only way she could prove it was by incriminating herself in the hacks she had actually done. The whole crappy thing about "it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court" had kept her from the stand. She'd entered a not guilty plea on principal, because she wasn't<i>actually </i>guilty of what they'd charged her with. Unfortunately, whoever had hacked the bank had used her own code to do it. They were good. Probably not as good as Amber, but good enough to leave a trail of breadcrumbs pointing right back to her.<br/><br/>Protesting that she would never have been stupid enough to do that and they'd arrested the wrong person did no good.<br/><br/>Amber had an idea who did it, but had absolutely no proof.<br/><br/>But if this suit could get her out and put her near even a smart phone, she would soon get the proof she needed, and then she would<i>burn </i>the bastard, using the word in the same way as William Gibson did in his Cyberpunk Novels.