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  Great crime fiction from the award-winning, bestselling author who “stokes our paranoia” (Entertainment Weekly) and delivers “a thrill ride between covers” (Los Angeles Times) every time. . . .

  Jeffery Deaver

  Praise for his New York Times bestselling novels of suspense

  “A crackling thriller.”

  —Chicago Sun-Times

  “Devious and heart-stopping.”

  —The Ottawa Citizen

  “Wildly twisted . . . a nail-biter.”

  —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

  “Dazzling.”

  —The New York Times

  “Ingenious. . . . Deaver is a mastermind of manipulation.”

  —Library Journal

  “This is prime Deaver, which means prime entertainment.”

  —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

  “Deaver must have been born with a special plot-twist gene.”

  —Booklist

  “Keeps the pulse racing while challenging the emotions. . . . A masterful job of conveying incipient evil.”

  —The Orlando Sentinel (FL)

  “Deaver . . . fills every keystroke with suspense.”

  —People

  “This is as good as it gets. . . . Simply outstanding.”

  —San Jose Mercury News

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  Contents

  Epigraph

  Glossary

  Part I: The Wizard

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Part II: Demons

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Part III: Social Engineering

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Part IV: Access

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Part V: The Expert Level

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Part VI: It’s All in the Spelling

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Author’s Note

  Acknowledgments

  About Jeffery Deaver

  When I say that the brain is a machine, it is meant not as an insult to the mind but as an acknowledgment of the potential of a machine. I do not believe that a human mind is less than what we imagine it to be, but rather that a machine can be much, much more.

  —W. Daniel Hillis,

  The Pattern on the Stone

  GLOSSARY

  Bot (from robot): A software program that, operating on its own, assists users or other programs. Also referred to as an agent.

  Bug: An error in software that prevents or interferes with the operation of the program.

  CCU: The Computer Crimes Unit of the California State Police.

  Chip-jock: A computer industry worker who specializes in hardware development or sales.

  Civilians: Those individuals not involved in the computer industry.

  Code: Software.

  Code cruncher: An unimaginative software programmer who performs simple or mundane programming tasks.

  Codeslinger: A talented software programmer whose work is considered innovative. Also referred to as a samurai.

  Crack: To illicitly break into a computer, usually to steal or destroy data or prevent others from using the system.

  Demon (or daemon): An unobtrusive, often hidden, software program that isn’t specifically activated by a user command but that operates autonomously. It usually becomes active when certain conditions within the computer or network where it resides occur.

  Firewall: A computer security system that prevents unwanted data from entering the computer it’s intended to guard.

  Freeware: Software made available by its developers at no charge.

  Guru: A brilliant computer expert, a wizard.

  Hack: Originally this word meant to quickly write a software program for a limited purpose though it evolved to mean the study and writing of innovative software programs. Increasingly the term is used by civilians to mean breaking into computer systems for malicious purposes—a practice more properly referred to as cracking. The word is also used as a noun to mean a clever piece of programming.

  ICQ (I seek you): A subnetwork of the Internet similar to the IRC but devoted to private conversations. Similar to instant messaging.

  IRC (Internet Relay Chat): A popular subnetwork of the Internet, in which a number of participants can have real-time conversations in online chat rooms devoted to specific interests.

  .jpg (or .jpeg, for joint photographers experts group): A format for digitizing, compressing and storing pictures on computers. Pictures in such formats are designated by the extension .jpg after the file name.

  Kludge: A quickly written, often improvised, software program that serves a particular purpose, usually intended to fix a bug or remedy some other setback in computer operations.

  Machine: A computer.

  MUD (multiuser domain, multiuser dimension or multiuser dungeons): A subnetwork related to the IRC in which participants play real-time games or engage in simulated activities.

  MUDhead: One who participates in MUDs.

  Packet: A small string of digitized data. All information transmitted over the Internet—e-mail, text, music, pictures, graphics, sounds—is broken down into packets, which are then reassembled at the recipient’s end into usable form.

  Packet-Sniffer: A program loaded on a computer router, server or individual computer to divert packets to a third party’s computer, usually for the purpose of illicitly reading a user’s messages or learning passcodes and other information.

  Phishing: Searching the Internet for information about someone.

  Phreak: To break into telephone systems primarily for the purpose of placing free calls, eavesdropping or disrupting service. The word is also used to describe one who engages in this practice.

  Root: In the Unix operating system the word refers to the sysadmin or other individual in charge of a computer or network. It can also describe that control itself, as in “seizing root,” which means taking over a computer or network.

  Router: A computer that directs packets through the Internet to their desired destination.

  Script: Software.

/>   Server: A large, fast computer on a network—such as the Internet—on which are stored data, Web sites and files, which users can access.

  Shareware: Software made available by its developers at a nominal charge or for limited uses.

  Source Code: The form in which a programmer writes software, using letters, numbers and typographic symbols in one of a number of programming languages. The source code is then converted into machine code, which is what actually runs on the computer. The source code is usually kept secret and is highly guarded by its developer or owner.

  Sysadmin (for systems administrator): The individual in charge of the computer operation and/or network for an organization.

  Unix: A sophisticated computer operating system, like Windows. It is the operating system most computers on the Internet use.

  Warez: Illegally copied commercial software.

  .wav (for waveform): A format for digitizing and storing sounds on computers. Sounds in such format are designated by the extension .wav after the file name.

  Wizard: A brilliant computer expert, a guru.

  I

  THE WIZARD

  It is possible . . . to commit nearly any crime by computer. You could even kill a person using a computer.

  —a Los Angeles Police Department officer

  CHAPTER 00000001 / ONE

  The battered white van had made her uneasy.

  Lara Gibson sat at the bar of Vesta’s Grill on De Anza in Cupertino, California, gripping the cold stem of her martini glass and ignoring the two young chip-jocks standing nearby, casting flirtatious glances at her.

  She looked outside again, into the overcast drizzle, and saw no sign of the windowless Econoline that, she believed, had followed her from her house, a few miles away, to the restaurant. Lara slid off the bar stool and walked to the window, glanced outside. The van wasn’t in the restaurant’s parking lot. Nor was it across the street in the Apple Computer lot or the one next to it, belonging to Sun Microsystems. Either of those lots would’ve been a logical place to park to keep an eye on her—if the driver had in fact been stalking her.

  No, the van was just a coincidence, she decided—a coincidence aggravated by a splinter of paranoia.

  She returned to the bar and glanced at the two young men who were alternately ignoring her and offering subtle smiles.

  Like nearly all the young men here for happy hour they were in casual slacks and tie-less dress shirts and wore the ubiquitous insignia of Silicon Valley—corporate identification badges on thin canvas lanyards around their necks. These two sported the blue cards of Sun Microsystems. Other squadrons represented here were Compaq, Hewlett-Packard and Apple, not to mention a slew of new kids on the block, start-up Internet companies, which were held in some disdain by the venerable Valley regulars.

  At thirty-two, Lara Gibson was probably five years older than her two admirers. And as a self-employed businesswoman who wasn’t a geek—connected with a computer company—she was easily five times poorer. But that didn’t matter to these two men, who were already captivated by her exotic, intense face surrounded by a tangle of raven hair, her ankle boots, a red-and-orange gypsy skirt and a black sleeveless top that showed off hard-earned biceps.

  She figured that it would be two minutes before one of these boys approached her and she missed that estimate by only ten seconds.

  The young man gave her a variation of a line she’d heard a dozen times before: Excuse me don’t mean to interrupt but hey would you like me to break your boyfriend’s leg for making a beautiful woman wait alone in a bar and by the way can I buy you a drink while you decide which leg?

  Another woman might have gotten mad, another woman might have stammered and blushed and looked uneasy or might have flirted back and let him buy her an unwanted drink because she didn’t have the wherewithal to handle the situation. But those would be women weaker than she. Lara Gibson was “the queen of urban protection,” as the San Francisco Chronicle had once dubbed her. She fixed her eyes on the man’s, gave a formal smile and said, “I don’t care for any company right now.”

  Simple as that. End of conversation.

  He blinked at her frankness, avoided her staunch eyes and returned to his friend.

  Power . . . it was all about power.

  She sipped her drink.

  In fact, that damn white van had brought to mind all the rules she’d developed as someone who taught women to protect themselves in today’s society. Several times on the way to the restaurant she’d glanced into her rearview mirror and noticed the van thirty or forty feet behind. It had been driven by some kid. He was white but his hair was knotted into messy brown dreadlocks. He wore combat fatigues and, despite the overcast and misty rain, sunglasses. This was, of course, Silicon Valley, home of slackers and hackers, and it wasn’t unusual to stop in Starbucks for a venti skim latte and be waited on by a polite teenager with a dozen body piercings, a shaved head and an outfit like an inner-city gangsta’s. Still, the driver had seemed to stare at her with an eerie hostility.

  Lara found herself absently fondling the can of pepper spray she kept in her purse.

  Another glance out the window. She saw only fancy cars bought with dot-com money.

  A look around the room. Only harmless geeks.

  Relax, she told herself and sipped her potent martini.

  She noted the wall clock. Quarter after seven. Sandy was fifteen minutes late. Not like her. Lara pulled out her cell phone but the display read NO SERVICE.

  She was about to find the pay phone when she glanced up and saw a young man enter the bar and wave at her. She knew him from somewhere but couldn’t quite place him. His trim but long blond hair and the goatee had stuck in her mind. He wore white jeans and a rumpled blue work shirt. His concession to the fact he was part of corporate America was a tie; as befit a Silicon Valley businessman, though, the design wasn’t stripes or Jerry Garcia flowers but a cartoon Tweety Bird.

  “Hey, Lara.” He walked up and shook her hand, leaned against the bar. “Remember me? I’m Will Randolph. Sandy’s cousin? Cheryl and I met you on Nantucket—at Fred and Mary’s wedding.”

  Right, that’s where she recognized him from. He and his pregnant wife sat at the same table with Lara and her boyfriend, Hank. “Sure. How you doing?”

  “Good. Busy. But who isn’t around here?”

  His plastic neckwear read Xerox Corporation PARC. She was impressed. Even nongeeks knew about Xerox’s legendary Palo Alto Research Center five or six miles north of here.

  Will flagged down the bartender and ordered a light beer. “How’s Hank?” he asked. “Sandy said he was trying to get a job at Wells Fargo.”

  “Oh, yeah, that came through. He’s at orientation down in L.A. right now.”

  The beer came and Will sipped. “Congratulations.”

  A flash of white in the parking lot.

  Lara looked toward it quickly, alarmed. But the vehicle turned out to be a white Ford Explorer with a young couple inside.

  Her eyes focused past the Ford and scanned the street and the parking lots again, recalling that, on the way here, she’d glanced at the side of the van as it passed her when she’d turned into the restaurant’s parking lot. There’d been a smear of something dark and reddish on the side; probably mud—but she’d thought it almost looked like blood.

  “You okay?” Will asked.

  “Sure. Sorry.” She turned back to him, glad she had an ally. Another of her urban protection rules: Two people are always better than one. Lara now modified that by adding, Even if one of them is a skinny geek who can’t be more than five feet, ten inches tall and is wearing a cartoon tie.

  Will continued, “Sandy called me on my way home and asked if I’d stop by and give you a message. She tried to call you but couldn’t get through on your cell. She’s running late and asked if you could meet her at that place next to her office where you went last month, Ciro’s? In Mountain View. She made a reservation at eight.”

  “You didn’t ha
ve to come by. She could’ve called the bartender.”

  “She wanted me to give you the pictures I took at the wedding. You two can look at ’em tonight and tell me if you want any copies.”

  Will noticed a friend across the bar and waved—Silicon Valley may extend hundreds of square miles but it’s really just a small town. He said to Lara, “Cheryl and I were going to bring the pictures this weekend to Sandy’s place in Santa Barbara. . . .”

  “Yeah, we’re going down on Friday.”

  Will paused and smiled as if he had a huge secret to share. He pulled his wallet out and flipped it open to a picture of himself, his wife and a very tiny, ruddy baby. “Last week,” he said proudly. “Claire.”

  “Oh, adorable,” Lara whispered.

  “So we’ll be staying pretty close to home for a while.”

  “How’s Cheryl?”

  “Fine. The baby’s fine. There’s nothing like it. . . . But, I’ll tell you, being a father totally changes your life.”

  “I’m sure it does.”

  Lara glanced at the clock again. Seven-thirty. It was a half-hour drive to Ciro’s this time of night. “I better get going.”

  Then, with a thud of alarm, she thought again about the van and the driver.

  The dreadlocks.

  The rusty smear on the battered door. . . .

  Will gestured for the check and paid.

  “You don’t have to do that,” she said. “I’ll get it.”

  He laughed. “You already did.”

  “What?”

  “That mutual fund you told me about at the wedding. The one you’d just bought?”

  Lara remembered shamelessly bragging about a biotech fund that had zoomed up 60 percent last year.

  “I got home from Nantucket and bought a shitload of it. . . . So . . . thanks.” He tipped the beer toward her. Then he stood. “You all set?”

  “You bet.” Lara stared uneasily at the door as they walked toward it.

  It was just paranoia, she told herself. She thought momentarily, as she did from time to time, that she should get a real job, like all of these people in the bar. She shouldn’t dwell so much on the world of violence.

  Sure, just paranoia . . .

  But, if so, then why had the dreadlocked kid sped off so fast when she’d pulled into the parking lot here and glanced at him?

 

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