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"Pretty heavy stuff really.
She could be wondering
what the hell I'm on about."
Bronwyn could relax. The 'absolute shockers of identity confidentiality security breaches here on OLO' were all as to the security of her own anonymity, not with respect to revealing the true identity of others. Except Belly. But then, again, she wasn't really to blame for blowing Belly's cover: he had done that himself, long ago. All Bronwyn had done was to seemingly see some locational identifier in one of Forrest's throw away lines in his previous post of, what was it, three days ago?, and then draw attention to that.
A bit like 'The Loaded Dog'.
Now Bronwyn was trying to blame Forrest for the throw-away line that she had read something into! It had hardly been a claim to master sleuthery, just a revelation that Forrest had once heard an old radio serial featuring a fictional detective. It didn't mean he was one.
Forrest could, of course, if asked explain 'en claire' the absurdly simple steps he could take that would probably reveal Bronwyn's true identity, working from clues she had dropped in her posting history. Forrest thought it safest, however, if she got herself a userID on the Ubuntu Forums, and in a one way PM exchange she could listen while Forrest talked and showed how easily she could be identified from her own mouthings.
Forrest even thought he might have a picture of Bronwyn, but not a mental one like one of Foxy's.
Bronwyn could stay relaxed, Forrest quickly afterthought, it is a perfectly respectable picture, if indeed it is of her. The real Bronwyn, that is, because the subject of the picture is definitely a Bronwyn from points north of Brisvegas.
Enough of all these platitudes, thought Forrest, stake and hammer in one hand, crucifix in the other. These Bronwyns were distracting him from the task at hand, the staking-out of that great vampire of the democratic process, Aec the Undead.