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As Jad, one of the policemen in the movie version, says, “We’re more like clergy than cops.”Bingo! The line popped up in a window at the top of J’s screen as soon as he logged in to the chat room.
He had peeked into a number of active chats to see how many women were there, and logged on to the ones with a promising ratio.
Shortly before six o’clock on the evening of Monday, September 19, 2005, Deery went to work in her cave, logging on to Yahoo and expertly navigating its public chat rooms.
In one of the many rooms labeled “fetish,” she logged on with the suggestive screen name “heatherscutiepies.” At this time of day the weirdos were coming home from work, bellying up to their home computers.
Police patrolling the precincts of sin do not often find the streets empty.
How are they to tell the difference between the casual sinner and the criminal?
Her parents sent her to Catholic schools, and her mother, a retired district judge, now jokes that she wants her money back.
A burly, round-faced man of 42, with a thickly muscled neck and shoulders, thinning hair, and a goatee, he was seated before the computer in their living room in a small, two-story town house in suburban Philadelphia.
He had immediately tapped her with three messages, and she had responded: The sun blazed in from the window to his back porch.
J had about an hour before his wife would be home from work.
The only window is high on the wall, over a tall filing cabinet, and opens into a well, below ground level.
The space feels like a cave, which has always struck Deery as about right, because her job is to talk dirty online to strange men. She has athletic good looks, with tawny skin, big brown eyes, and long straight brown hair that falls over her shoulders.