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communities as you do. You have profile information, email addresses, personal data about every one of your fifty million users. I’ve done my research. You have all the complaints that have been filed about members who have predator-like tendencies. Some of the comments on her site seem questionable. You could track down those members and see if they’re really who they say they are.”
    “We don’t do that, Krista. We’re not law enforcement. We can’t spy on people. We’re just running a business. Besides, Ella’s not the only one who’s been…” His voice trailed off as he realized that wasn’t the right thing to say.
    She swooped in. “So she’s just one of many, and if youhunt for her killer, you might have to hunt for all of them. And heaven forbid, if you find these killers, lives might be saved.”
    “We just don’t have the staff for that.”
    “You have a forum. At the very least, you could make changes to your site that will educate your members about the brutality and evil of social networking.”
    “But there’s a lot of good to them too. In fact, I remember hearing on the news that you used your own GrapeVyne page to get the word out about where volunteers could go to join the search for your sister…”
    “There are some good things, but if membership increases your chances of death, the good’s pretty much overshadowed. With or without your help, I’m going to find my sister’s killer and make sure that others aren’t killed by people like him. And if I have to take GrapeVyne down to do it, I will. Because as far as I’m concerned, you’re a predator too.”
    His mouth dropped open. “Wait a minute!”
    Turning, she opened the door and shot out.
    Ryan drew in a long breath and opened the flyer. It was a program from Ella’s funeral.

Five
    T hough Krista’s boss had offered her time off to mourn for her sister, Krista’s concern for the girls she counseled drew her back to the center sooner. She’d awakened this morning with a burning sense of urgency, as though she were single-handedly responsible for the safety of everyone who used online communities.
    She’d gotten nowhere with Ryan Adkins, but she could still help the girls at Eagle’s Wings. She headed to the teen center, the albatrosses of fear and anger ever with her as she drove through the inner city, where gangs prowled and bullets flew to the score of sirens at all times of the day and night.
    She passed the tattoo shop and the liquor store and the pawn shop on the corner, where drug dealers loitered, watching her drive by. She pulled onto the cracked concreteof the Eagle’s Wings’ parking lot. No one was here yet, since it was only eleven. They didn’t open until noon, so she’d beaten Carla to work.
    She glanced up at the sign as she went to the front door. Someone had thrown an egg at it, and it had splattered over the second line of the sign: Where Young Women Soar. Already, the egg smelled rank and rotten. She’d have to remember to get a ladder and clean it up.
    She unlocked the glass door, stepped inside, locked the deadbolt back. She turned on the light and looked around at the front room that she and Carla had painted so meticulously, to make it look like an elegant home rather than a storefront ministry. On the wall facing the door, she’d painted the words, Be Strong and Courageous! Joshua 1:9, in gold script.
    She walked through the sitting area to the computer room, turned on the light. Her chest tightened as she looked at the dozen computers that had been donated by local churches and businesses. They were the biggest draw of the ministry. These at-risk girls who faced a future of poverty and abuse would come here to get on GrapeVyne or do email or Twitter, and then they’d hang around for counseling services and Bible studies. The computers were the tools through which Krista and Carla built relationships with the girls.
    But as she’d learned with Ella, each computer could be a gateway for