What follows is the the first draft of my first cybersecurity thriller, The Alexandria Project. You can buy the final, and much revised eBook and printed versions, here and at all of the other usual on-line outlets.
“Mercy me, Fran. Why, I’ve been sitting here at my desk, wondering why you hadn’t called. I thought for certain you’d want to thank me for the invaluable support the CIA gave you today in your hour of inept need. And now you’re yelling at me! I’m shocked!”
Frank burst out laughing.
Carl Cummings wondered what lay behind the urgent text message from Marla: “Meet me in front of the Air and Space Museum at 10.” That was all. He could see her now up ahead now, and she didn’t look happy.
“Mr. Marchand for you, Sir.”
Frank and his father were nearing Des Moines, Iowa. Now that he was off his mountain, Frank and Marla could communicate again, using disposable phones, and he was hungry for news.
Director Baldwin stared at his speakerphone. George Marchand was asking him to stick his neck out, and that was something Baldwin never enjoyed doing.
High in the mountains of Nevada, FBI Agent Ralph Johnson was overseeing the painstaking work of the forensics team that was combing through the wreckage of the Solar Avenger, some of whom were setting up lights powered by a portable generator now that night was approaching. The scene took on an eerie feel, as the klieg lights warmed up and hissed as the wisps of fog rising from the clearing whirled up against them. Over the dark horizon far away, a three quarter moon began to rise.
They would need to work quickly. Bureau Chief Burke had made it abundantly clear that the Director of the FBI expected to find a preliminary report on his desk the next morning.
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