Nothing went onto the hard drive of the computer. Everything got saved on a thumb drive written with Linux. My complete operating system ran from a CD... Then it called all the saved information from the thumb drive into the ram to manipulate it.If the cops came with a warrant, I could swallow the thumb drive. Were there fragments of information in the ram? Possibly, but nothing useful Peter assured me. I was convinced that he was good at what he did, so I trusted him.I also didn't automatically. I had won a place on a round the world yacht crewed by women. We were having a fantastic time, visiting places I could never have dreamed of seeing. I was amongst privileged people and had been incredibly lucky to get sponsorship for an ordinary girl amongst well to do females.During our trip, we had just left the Seychelles and during a mild storm we were blown off course and unbeknown to us precariously close to Somalia. During the night our yacht was boarded and taken by a gang and towed. This happened two years back when I visited my cousin brother home in Hyderabad. I went there to attend an interview and visited their house as a guest. It was Friday morning I reached there around 5:30am and my cousin picked me from railway station and went home around 6:15 am. I visited his home first time after his marriage and did not attend his marriage due to work deadlines.His wife opened the door in t-shirt and night pant and has huge boobs. I was stunned to see those and controlled to. " Hello," she said when connected, "This is Jonsson's. Could you put me through to Mrs Jonsson." Mr Bucklow's secretary," She waited then handed to phone to me."Ann," I spoke hurriedly, "Please don't hang up. I need to see you. It's important." How dare you trick me like this. You louse. You disappear for three years and then want to talk to me?" she was shouting, "You've got a nerve. We're divorced. Marry your slut and leave me alone." Ann," I begged, "You need to know the true facts–" I know.