No Mercy by John Gilstrap
Authors: John Gilstrap
Tags: Fiction, General, thriller, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Mystery & Detective, American Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Suspense fiction, Fiction - Espionage, Crime thriller, Adventure fiction
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believe none of this that I'm telling you, but you're fools if you don't. Nobody wants to believe any of this, but on September 10, 2001, nobody wanted to believe that there were thousands of terrorists out there who wanted us all dead. Wanting and not wanting don't mean dick."
Jonathan decided to try his diplomatic hat. He didn't want to push Hawkins away, but Jesus. "That's a huge accusation against a big company with a lot to lose if word leaked out. A little evidence would make this easier to swallow."
Hawkins's expression said, duh . "Well, that's the thing, isn't it? That was Fabe's obsession when I last saw him. He was pulling every string he could find to get somebody to pay attention to him, but it always ended up right where you said: 'Where's the evidence?' It's one thing to find evidence on paper, but it's something else when you try to get your hands on some of this stuff. Apparently, it's locked up tighter than a nun's...well, it's locked up tight."
You could always kidnap an executive's kid , Jonathan thought. But that was a card he didn't want to show. "How was he going to show that they were selling weapons to the enemy?" he asked.
Hawkins shrugged. "I don't know how he was going to do any of this stuff. But if you prove that these weapons exist illegally and make it public, how difficult can it be to prove the rest? Once the news media get a hold of one really bad thing, they'll be happy to keep going till they find every bad thing they can. The hard part is that first step--getting people to pay any attention at all."
Boxers asked, "Do you think he was capable of violence to get what he wanted?"
Something clicked in Hawkins. "That's what all this is about, isn't it? Fabe went and hurt somebody, and you're trying to find out why."
Jonathan jumped in to control the spin. "We don't know that Fabian Conger did anything wrong. There's been some violence, yes, and his name floated onto our radar screen
Charles S. Warren
Director of Corporate Security
Carlyle Industries, Inc.
15000 Carlyle Boulevard
Muncie, IN 47302
765-555-8515
765-555-0915 (Fax)
From: Ivan Patrick
Sent: April 5 11:17 AM
To: Charles S. Warren
Subject: RE: RE: Your Problem
Don't be an idiot. I would not be making this contact if I did not have solid information. His plan is a good one and it will take you down. Trust me. It's already in motion, and he's already causing leaks that you don't even know about yet. WE NEED TO TALK! I have a plan that will make all of your problems go away PERMANENTLY and seal those leaks. Rock star trusts me. Not trusting me will be your biggest mistake. Call the ball.
Ivan
But Charlie Warren didn't call anything for two days. When he did, there was a certain air of panic in the subtext:
From: Charles S. Warren
Sent: April 7 5:17 PM
To: Ivan Patrick
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Your Problem
Ivan,
I'm convinced. Meet me at usual location @ 2200 tonight. Do I need to visit the bank first?
Charles S. Warren
Director of Corporate Security
Carlyle Industries, Inc.
15000 Carlyle Boulevard
Muncie, IN 47302
765-555-8515
765-555-0915 (Fax)
From: Ivan Patrick
Sent: April 7 8:18 PM
To: Charles S. Warren
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Your Problem
Negative. New fee structure. See you tonight.
Ivan
Venice stared at her screen, toggling between the different entries. She knew just from the tone and the logical links that she'd landed on a pivotal exchange between the two men. But what did it mean?
She highlighted the entire string and pasted it into an e-mail to herself; and none too soon. Five seconds later, the screen went blank as all data disappeared.>
A thousand miles away, deep in the bowels of Carlyle Industries' corporate headquarters, computer technician Felix Harrison returned from an extended bathroom break to find an alert flashing on his terminal. Someone had hacked into secure corporate files. This was the second time in as many weeks. Unlike the first attempt, which was a clumsy one from
Jonathan decided to try his diplomatic hat. He didn't want to push Hawkins away, but Jesus. "That's a huge accusation against a big company with a lot to lose if word leaked out. A little evidence would make this easier to swallow."
Hawkins's expression said, duh . "Well, that's the thing, isn't it? That was Fabe's obsession when I last saw him. He was pulling every string he could find to get somebody to pay attention to him, but it always ended up right where you said: 'Where's the evidence?' It's one thing to find evidence on paper, but it's something else when you try to get your hands on some of this stuff. Apparently, it's locked up tighter than a nun's...well, it's locked up tight."
You could always kidnap an executive's kid , Jonathan thought. But that was a card he didn't want to show. "How was he going to show that they were selling weapons to the enemy?" he asked.
Hawkins shrugged. "I don't know how he was going to do any of this stuff. But if you prove that these weapons exist illegally and make it public, how difficult can it be to prove the rest? Once the news media get a hold of one really bad thing, they'll be happy to keep going till they find every bad thing they can. The hard part is that first step--getting people to pay any attention at all."
Boxers asked, "Do you think he was capable of violence to get what he wanted?"
Something clicked in Hawkins. "That's what all this is about, isn't it? Fabe went and hurt somebody, and you're trying to find out why."
Jonathan jumped in to control the spin. "We don't know that Fabian Conger did anything wrong. There's been some violence, yes, and his name floated onto our radar screen
Charles S. Warren
Director of Corporate Security
Carlyle Industries, Inc.
15000 Carlyle Boulevard
Muncie, IN 47302
765-555-8515
765-555-0915 (Fax)
From: Ivan Patrick
Sent: April 5 11:17 AM
To: Charles S. Warren
Subject: RE: RE: Your Problem
Don't be an idiot. I would not be making this contact if I did not have solid information. His plan is a good one and it will take you down. Trust me. It's already in motion, and he's already causing leaks that you don't even know about yet. WE NEED TO TALK! I have a plan that will make all of your problems go away PERMANENTLY and seal those leaks. Rock star trusts me. Not trusting me will be your biggest mistake. Call the ball.
Ivan
But Charlie Warren didn't call anything for two days. When he did, there was a certain air of panic in the subtext:
From: Charles S. Warren
Sent: April 7 5:17 PM
To: Ivan Patrick
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Your Problem
Ivan,
I'm convinced. Meet me at usual location @ 2200 tonight. Do I need to visit the bank first?
Charles S. Warren
Director of Corporate Security
Carlyle Industries, Inc.
15000 Carlyle Boulevard
Muncie, IN 47302
765-555-8515
765-555-0915 (Fax)
From: Ivan Patrick
Sent: April 7 8:18 PM
To: Charles S. Warren
Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: Your Problem
Negative. New fee structure. See you tonight.
Ivan
Venice stared at her screen, toggling between the different entries. She knew just from the tone and the logical links that she'd landed on a pivotal exchange between the two men. But what did it mean?
She highlighted the entire string and pasted it into an e-mail to herself; and none too soon. Five seconds later, the screen went blank as all data disappeared.>
A thousand miles away, deep in the bowels of Carlyle Industries' corporate headquarters, computer technician Felix Harrison returned from an extended bathroom break to find an alert flashing on his terminal. Someone had hacked into secure corporate files. This was the second time in as many weeks. Unlike the first attempt, which was a clumsy one from
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