You don't want a repeat with Len or to explain yourself to the librarians so you leave

The thought of trying to explain why your cell phone is in that room, or of having a second go with Len, makes you feel sick. Even the tingly moistness between your legs can't persuade you. Unfortunate as the loss of the cell phone is you're just going to have to wing it and find the pictures on your own.

As you walk with exaggerated casualness from the library you mentally review what you know.

-Brandon, scum ex-boyfriend, has been video-taping and photographing his exes.

-He's given the pictures and videos to some server.

"Pathetic," you mutter. You know precisely two things, neither of which gives you any insight into where he's stashed the pictures.

"Unless..." you freeze, remembering that he was showing pictures to his friends. He hadn't given those pictures away yet, so maybe they were new.

"But they could be copies. His favorites," you mutter bitterly.

So obviously you need to be around him, to follow him. You need to find the server, and at some point he'll make contact. Like when he just has more pictures to give. Of course, the alternative is to look for clues as to who the server is.

Maybe something in his room would tell you.