TITLE: Trust Network
GENRE: Contemporary Techno-Thriller
Our hero and protagonist web geek, who has been caught up in a scam involving some programming that doesn't do exactly what it is supposed to, is trying to dig her way out. It's the middle of the night, she's feeling punchy and rebellious, and she's got more work ahead of her than she can see.
(Xochitl is an Aztec/Nahuatl name, and is pronounced "SO-chee", which is explained in the second sentence of the book.)
To her surprise, this was only the third energy drink of the night. She closed the door and followed her shake-open-smile routine. This can was the correct temperature. At her current rate, the contents of the mini-fridge would last her several more days. There was enough ice in the tub to last past breakfast, and she would have gotten some more by then. Satisfied that the universe was plodding along without too much of her help, she prepared her glass and paced until she heard the laptop stop working.
She knew the project would never actually compile. Whoever had given the code to Candice had ripped out any of the Rumanian Box code and left only the parts that had been genuine attempts to crack financial-grade encryption. This was both a good and bad thing. Good, because it meant that she was really only having to wade through one person's code, and not what some second person had hacked onto it afterwards. Bad, because the person who did the ripping had done it in a very ham-handed manner, leaving giant black holes where code should have been.
In fact ...
Xochitl gained an evil grin as she grabbed for the cellular phone. She opened the text messaging screen and punched in "still working – code is messy" and sent it off to Candice.
Oh, I'm sorry, were you sleeping? How positively thoughtless of me!
But, progress was being made. Worlds were being conquered. Invading hordes were being routed. Damsels in distress were being rescued. She'd be fried tomorrow, but it was all part of staying one step ahead, right?