Code Conspiracy
Her computer is her greatest weapon. When Gray Prescott asks hacker, and ex-girlfriend, Jerrica West to use her skills to locate his missing Delta Force leader, neither expect the danger that awaits them. Soon Jerrica must put her faith in the man she left once before, and might be forced to walk away from all over again…
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Her computer is her greatest weapon.
Hacker Jerrica West doesn’t abide by the rules, so when her by-the-book ex recruits her to locate his missing Delta Force leader, she’s shocked. Gray Prescott is a hard man to refuse, but this assignment is more dangerous than either of them could have guessed. When the cybertrail exposes a terrorist plot, Jerrica must put her faith in the man she might be forced to walk away from all over again…
CAROL ERICSON is a bestselling, award-winning author of more than forty books. She has an eerie fascination for true-crime stories, a love of film noir and a weakness for reality TV, all of which fuel her imagination to create her own tales of murder, mayhem and mystery. To find out more about Carol and her current projects, please visit her website at www.carolericson.com, ‘where romance flirts with danger.’
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CODE CONSPIRACY
© 2019 Carol Ericson
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Note to Readers
“Dreadworm.”
The speaker, slouching behind a post on the tracks of the central Berlin train station, drew out the last syllable of the word and it reverberated in Rex Denver’s chest like an omen. He coughed as if to dislodge it from his throat.
“Dreadworm? You mean the hacking group?”
“Only they can break into the CIA’s computer system.” The man drew the hood of his gray sweatshirt more tightly around his face with a pair of gloved hands. “Rumor has it they’ve already been successful.”
Denver had a side view only, but he didn’t care. The identity of the informant held no interest for him, but his words acted like an electric prod.
“You’re sure the CIA is behind this setup? In league with an international band of terrorists?” Denver’s gut roiled and tumbled, bitter bile clawing its way up his throat.
“The entire Central Intelligence Agency?” The man jerked his head from side to side, his hood moving with it. “No, but forces within that agency…and others…are actively working against US interests and that means holding the government hostage with the threat of some kind of terrorist attack.”
Denver swore and spit the sour taste in his mouth onto the train tracks. “Why are you telling me this? Reaching out to me in this secretive way?”
“Call me a concerned citizen.”
Denver snorted. “Most concerned citizens don’t risk their lives and livelihood on what could be a conspiracy hoax.”
