I’m having a Columbo moment.
“Now…” (scratches head)…”Lemme get this straight. The Secret Service….the SECRET SERVICE…as sophisticated a cyber-world organization as there is on Earth…can’t find a truckload of texts from Jan. 6…Except for one.”
Lighting up a cigar now.
“It was the most internally sinister day in American history. And all of this data just disappears and they tell us it can’t be retrieved?”
Reaching into trench coat pocket.
“As any employee who’s ever played a game on a company device on company time knows, EVERYTHING can be retrieved. NOTHING can be permanently deleted. But all of this stuff is gone? And just because they had all just changed phones? I changed phones just the other day. And none of my stuff disappeared. And this is the SECRET SERVICE, right?”
Pulling a stale cheese sandwich out of my coat pocket.
And the greatest cyber dudes and dudettes on the planet don’t know how to get it back?”
Pulling the wrapper down off the sammich and taking a large bite.
“I know how all of this can be retrieved. Just give the old phones to the agents’ wives. They’ll bust into the info motherlode in three minutes.”
“Who’s your Little Friend, Jim?”