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Legendary hacker, Dimity Pond, is on the run
from the law.
Her landlord’s sold her home, her money has
disappeared along with her two-timing husband, a cyber-terrorist named Nemesis
is forcing her to wreak havoc with a nasty virus and she's developing a vile
migraine.
Six years ago, Nemesis framed Dimity for the
collapse of one of Europe's biggest banks. The money was never found, and the
bank's failure caused untold damage to its customers. She's been living under
the radar ever since. The only way she can clear her name and live a normal
life is to uncover Nemesis's identity, but he's always one step ahead.
Since Lord Richard Summerhayes left the Special
Forces he's built the best disaster-recovery network in the world, known as The
Bunker. Banks, militaries, airports and other major systems around the world
rely on him as the last unshakeable digital fortress in the face of disaster.
Richard has been keeping an eye on his neighbor who has a dubious hacking past.
He doesn't like hackers, and when someone nukes his network with an intriguing
new virus he knows exactly who to blame. But when he confronts her, he gets a
whole lot more than he bargained for.
When Nemesis commits an unthinkable act of
terrorism, the last hope is an encrypted file that only Dimity can crack. Will
Nemesis manipulate Dimity into helping him wipe out the world's biggest
financial center? Or can Richard and Dimity take Nemesis down once and for all?
“My name is Susan Kiffler.” The woman had a cultured English accent that perfectly matched her outfit.
Kiffler? Dimity’s heart stopped.
“So?”
The woman scrabbled around in her gigantic mauve handbag. “This is a photo of me and my husband, Jake Kiffler, on our wedding day.” She held out a picture with a hand that shook. Not just trembling, but shaking, like an online gamer at the end of a forty-eight hour session, down to his last quart of caffeinated beverage.
Dimity took the photo from the trembling hand and stared at it, trying to make out what it meant. A stunned, sledgehammered feeling made it hard to concentrate. Thoughts skittered out of her grasp and fragmented, like the smashed mug.
One thing was certain.
Jake was the groom who smiled at her from the photo.
“He said it was a disaster, that his first marriage only lasted a few months.” Dimity lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes.
Jake knew her secrets. He’d helped her create a vague sort of life.
Hiding. Isolated.
“Jake Kiffler and I have been married for eleven years.” The woman pulled out a piece of paper and waved it at Dimity. It was a wedding certificate. “We’re not divorced. He’s still my husband.” She pointed to his name on the paper, then put it carefully away.
“Get away from my house.” Dimity reached forward and flicked the photograph back into the gaping bag. “Go away.”
Susan grabbed her wrist. “He’s disappeared. We’ve got two children.”
