Predator Read Online Free

logged reports of such events several times a day, whenever police needed their help to find missing persons. It was a hazard of online communities across the board—not just his.
    Instead, he stayed quiet and let her rant.
    “I wanted to come and appeal to you—as a human being—to do something to stop this madness.”
    He went around his desk and sat down. “Look, Krista, I run an online community. It’s a place where people can stay in touch with their friends, make new ones, keep up, share pictures. It’s not evil. We’re not a clearinghouse for stalkers and murderers.”
    “You might as well be. My sister’s killer is still one of your members, scouring Thought Bubbles for his next victim.” She leaned down, palms on his desk. “Do you care, Mr. Adkins?”
    “Ryan,” he said softly. “Everybody calls me Ryan.”
    “I couldn’t care less what everybody calls you.”
    He sighed. Behind her, through the glass, he saw that the Geico executive had arrived. “Look, I’m really sorry about your sister, and I hope they catch the killer. We have a team that does nothing but work with law enforcement to helpthem solve crimes related to our site, and they’re on this, working with the FBI.”
    “There’s more you can do. Two things you could do right now, today, that would keep people safer. Remove the Thought Bubbles. People could still blog; they just wouldn’t be tempted to do it so often.”
    “Is that all?” he said with a laugh. Thought Bubbles, the one-liners that people posted throughout the day, were one of the reasons the company had grown exponentially since it was created.
    “No, actually. That’s not all. You could also use the advertising sidebar on your pages to tell your subscribers of all the cases of missing people connected to contacts they made on GrapeVyne. Show them the news stories about women who were stalked, women who vanished after posting things they shouldn’t have…”
    “Those sidebars are for advertisers. It’s how we stay in business.”
    Still bent over his desk, she locked into his eyes. “So you lose a little bit of advertising revenue to save a few lives,” she said through her teeth. “Instead of touting Jennifer Aniston’s latest wrinkle remedy, you could actually scare kids into being a little more private.”
    He tried to keep his voice calm. “It’s not my job to scare anyone into doing anything. We’re providing a service. That’s all.”
    “That sounds really good,” she bit out. “Except that it’s a service for predators.”
    His phone buzzed. His secretary was probably trying to offer him an escape. He didn’t answer it. Getting to his feet, he came back around the desk. She was small—maybe five-four—but her cause made her seem much bigger.
    “Look, I know you’re grieving,” he said. “And whathappened to your sister is horrible. But GrapeVyne didn’t cause that, any more than the phone service did, or her school, or her neighborhood. This is a community, like every other community. It’s up to individuals to protect themselves. And if the subscribers are under eighteen, then it’s up to their parents.”
    “They could protect themselves better with more information. That’s all I’m asking.” She dug into her purse for a flyer with Ella’s picture on it, thrust it at him. “Get to know my sister. Go to her GrapeVyne page. See how easy she made it.” Her mouth trembled, and she compressed it. “She loved taking pictures. See how talented she was. Look at the smiles on her friends’ faces. The laughter. The silliness. And then pick up a newspaper and read about what he did to her.”
    He looked down at the flier, into the face of the dead girl. She looked like Krista.
    “I’m on a crusade,” she said. “You haven’t heard the last of me. I’m going to find the killer. You can help me find him faster.”
    “Krista, you should let the police handle it.”
    “The police don’t have as much expertise with online