MudMan: He's Got the Dirt on You!

My name is Detective Clayton Mudd, although nobody at the Dothan Police Department has called me Clayton since an unfortunate municipal email incident caused every employee in the building to receive a photograph of the mayor's lawnmower. I am a cyber investigator, which means I spend my working life recovering deleted messages, following digital footprints, examining suspicious accounts, and explaining to otherwise intelligent adults that an international supermodel probably does not need their help purchasing a Walmart gift card.Dothan, Alabama, calls itself the Peanut Capital of the World. It has the National Peanut Festival, the famous peanut statues scattered around town, the Dothan Area Botanical Gardens, Landmark Park, Westgate Park, the Ross Clark Circle, and enough restaurants to feed a small nation caught overnight by road construction. Beneath that pleasant surface, however, lies another Dothan: a digital underworld of counterfeit coupons, hacked church announcements, romantic swindlers, missing tractors, weaponized yard-sale listings, fraudulent boiled-peanut empires, and neighborhood feuds conducted through fake social-media accounts.That is where I come in.I do not fly. I cannot see through walls. Bullets do not bounce off my chest, and after a substantial lunch at Hunt's Seafood Restaurant & Oyster Bar, neither does much of anything else. My power is information. I can recover what people erase, connect what they separate, and follow the muddy trail they leave across the internet. Every click carries a little dirt. Every lie leaves a footprint. Every criminal believes the delete button is a federal witness-protection program.They call me MudMan.I've got the dirt on you.