He set me up with an iPod Touch with only an encrypted messaging app installed, connected to the internet through an anonymous Wi-Fi hot spot purchased with cash. Its number was registered to a pseudonym. Mine was “Candy.” “Oh, come on,” I said, incredulous. “I don’t pick the names,” Tye said, all serious. “I sound like a nice Midwestern girl who should not have moved to LA.” “I don’t pick the names.”
