Csi Gumshoe - The Lost Computer

The story you are about to read is true; the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

From the cool Bay Area in summer, I traveled to downtown Sacramento, where it was a balmy 106 degrees. I knew I was sweating, but inside I was cool. I wondered if someone else would be in hot water soon.

It is not unusual for me to never meet my client, for computers can be shipped to me at my lab, but Debby was there in the law offices of the plaintiff's attorney. In an oak-paneled conference room we met with counsel for "the other side" and with the plaintiff himself. Although he was cordial, the look on his face was smug as he informed me that I would never find the offending emails on his computer. My client believed that this fellow had sent emails to his siblings that would disprove his contention - that would show him to be making up a case to snag a cool few ten millions.

I took the disk drive from the smug fellow's computer to make a forensic working copy. I was surprised to find that the hard disk was 100GB in size. A drive of that capacity was fairly new and unusual to see in those days. It was supposed to be 20GB or less. Fortunately, there was an electronics superstore nearby, so I doffed my suit jacket, cranked up the air conditioning on my lab wagon (that beauty just turned over 200,000), and headed on over for some new gear. 45 minutes and a bit of melted rubber later I arrived back at the scene to forensically clean the new disk drive by writing zeroes to every sector.

Once cleared to my satisfaction, I set up the copy process. In those days, while I was partial to Diskology's Disk Jockey, the version I had then didn't seem to be able to handle what was such a large drive for the time. I used ByteBack on a forensic Intel box I had brought just in case. I began the copy process and it went without a hitch. Still, I began to wonder - wasn't this a pretty big drive to have been around at the time of the alleged emails? And for that matter, wasn't this computer pretty fast for its age. Were the emails written before XP hit the market? Looked like there weren't going to be any emails on this box.

I talked to Debby. I guessed that the plaintiff was right about the task being futile - because the offending emails were never on this computer. I was willing to look for them, but I didn't want to waste my client's cash. The boss lady asked me to check into the computer's age back at HQ. A few inquiries with the manufacturer and a couple of Google searches later, I discovered that Windows XP was almost too new, the disk drive was a couple of weeks too modern, and the computer was a month or two younger than those emails.

Debby called opposing counsel - who had no idea why this might not be the original system - until he checked with his man. Turns out he had "set it on the curb for trash pickup" because it "wasn't working." The attorneys weren't happy. The court wasn't happy. The only solution was for me to go to the nine brothers and sisters in four states to copy their personal computers and sift through those for the offending emails.

Do you think they were happy to hear from me? Would you be if your brother put you on the spot like that? Each of them had to agree that a perfect stranger - one who was working against their beloved brother - could come into their homes and look through everything on their personal computers. The most telling example of their displeasure was from one brother, a former Viet Name-era Green Beret, who - in response to my phone call asking when would be a good time to show up - said "I didn't spend two years marching up and down the God**m Ho Chi Minh Trail for this s**t!" I understood.

It turns out that nobody had never gotten around to telling this group that a computer guy would be calling and they needed to cooperate. I found that out when I told Debby of the righteous resistance I had come up against. The sibs were a little friendlier once they got the word from their brother's lawyer.

The next several days, traveling from state to state, town to town, brother to sister to brother and on and on to copy the private data of nine innocent family members had its challenges. But that's a story unto itself...I'll spare you most of the details. Upon my return, the protocol called for me to search all of the data for any correspondence from - let's call him "The Brother" that referenced his struggles with ... we're calling it "Coffee". The next task was to print out what I'd found and get it to the "other side" and the judge to detrmine if anything was private or privileged. Debby and her firm were not to get a look at the data until anything either private or irrelevant had been picked out, and only the remainder produced.

What did I find? Around the time of the alleged emails, lo and behold, I found actual emails. The whole family was talking about The Brother's struggle with Coffee, their individual investigations into Coffee, and the upcoming lawsuit about Coffee. One sib wrote that they shouldn't use the word "Coffee" as Burgess would be looking at their emails? They agreed. They now spoke only of ... "the C-Word."

I just can't talk about most of the other stuff I found. There are some things on your computer you wouldn't want me talking about, I'm sure. Same with my own computer.

But there was one particularly interesting finding. When I called the Green Beret Brother (GBB) from his sister's place across town, and asked for permission to head on over to make the copy of his computer, he obligingly told me it was okay. When I got there, he first asked me to read and sign a statement that I wouldn't hold him liable for any damage to me or my equipment - unintentional or otherwise. Well that was a little scary coming from a guy trained in the arts of stealth, war, and undoubtedly the garrote. Still, I signed it, if that was what it took to let me do my work. Everything went fine. And I left alive and undamaged - a plus, indeed!

Once in my lab, I discovered the last thing that had happened on his computer. About one minute after my phone call for permission to go over, GBB had sent himself an email and then immediately deleted it. The subject, all in caps, was "COFFEE!" No "C-Word" fooling around for him. The message in the body was simple and succinct: "If you find this email, F*** YOU!!!!!" Full self-expression is a wonderful thing. There was also a deleted photograph attached to the deleted email. It was a very recent photo of GBB's one-finger salute. Visual aids are always helpful in understanding the subject matter, don't you think?

In the end, I produced about 75 pages of documentation I thought relevant. Of course, I had to include GBB's missive. Opposing counsel called everything irrelevant or privileged of course, but the judge allowed it all with a few lines redacted. Everyone's favorite was the literate bit produced by GBB.

As for The Brother - the court decided that not only was he not very honest, due to the destruction of the most important data in the case - his original computer - but the evidence and the relevant emails showed him to be apparently undamaged by the Coffee. The case went to defeat, Debby and her firm were happy, and GBB became a legend.


Copyright (c) 2008 Steve Burgess