“The money, we keep it for ourselves”: the confessions of a ShinyHunters hacker

The meeting takes place on the floor of a café in a town in the south of France. A first name and an indication, “a friend of Sébastien”, as the only tags. The shade of the plane trees offers a little respite from the heat of this Tuesday, August 9. Since the last text messages exchanged in the morning, the man remains silent and is no longer active on messaging. Will he come? Is he afraid to speak? The delay is already close to two hours when a young man, dressed in a black T-shirt and trousers, his hair combed to the side, shows up.