The Blue Nowhere-SA by Jeffery Deaver
Authors: Jeffery Deaver
Tags: Fiction, General, thriller, Suspense, adventure, Action & Adventure, California, Crime & mystery, Technological, Serial Murders, Crime thriller, Computer Hackers, Murder victims, Privacy; Encroachment by computer systems, Crime investigations
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muttered.
Anderson didn't respond but just stared at his prisoner as the shock of what he'd done was replaced with euphoria. What a story he'd have to tell! His wife would love it. He wanted to tell his little daughter but that would have to wait a few years. Oh, and Stan, his neighbors, whoƒ
Then Anderson realized that he'd forgotten the Miranda warning. He didn't want to blow an arrest like this by making a technical mistake. He found the card in his wallet and read the words stiffly. The killer muttered that he understood his rights.
"Officer, you okay?" a man's voice called. "You need any help?" Anderson glanced behind him. It was the businessman he'd seen under the awning. His dark suit, expensive-looking, was dampened by the rain. "I've got a cell phone. You need to use it?"
"No, no, that's okay, everything's under control." Anderson turned back to his prisoner. He holstered his weapon and pulled out his own cell phone to report in. He hit redial but for some reason the call wouldn't go through. He glanced at the screen and the phone reported, NO SIGNAL. That was odd. Why-And in an instant - an instant of pure horror - he realized that no street cop in the world would've let an unidentified civilian get behind him during an arrest. As he groped for his pistol and started to turn, the businessman grabbed his shoulder and the detective felt an explosion of pain in his back. Anderson cried out and dropped to his knees. The man stabbed him again with his own Kabar knife.
"No, please, no"
The man lifted away Anderson's gun and kicked him forward onto the wet sidewalk. He then walked over to the young man Anderson had just handcuffed. He rolled him over on his side and looked down.
"Man, I'm fucking glad you're here," the cuffed man said. "This guy comes out of nowhere and I thought I was fucked. Get me out of these things, will you?
"Shhhh," the businessman said and turned back to the CCU cop, who was struggling to reach the terrible pain in his back, trying to touch it. If he could only touch it then the searing agony would go away. The attacker crouched down next to him.
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"You're the one," Anderson whispered to the businessman. "You killed Lara Gibson." His eyes flicked to the man he'd handcuffed. "And he's Fowler."
The man nodded. "That's right." Then he said, "And you're Andy Anderson." The awe in his voice was genuine. "I didn't think it'd be you coming after me. I mean, I knew you worked for the Computer Crimes Unit and'd be investigating the Gibson case. But not here, not in the field. Amazing Andy Anderson. You're a total wizard."
"Please I've got a family! Please."
Then the killer did something odd.
Holding the knife in one hand, he touched the cop's abdomen with the other. Then he slid his fingers up slowly to the detective's chest, counting ribs, beneath which his heart was beating so very quickly.
"Please," Anderson pleaded.
The killer paused and lowered his head to Anderson's ear. "You never know somebody the way you know them at a moment like this," he whispered, then resumed his eerie reconnaissance of the cop's chest.
II
DEMONS
He was a new generation of hacker, not the third generation inspired by innocent wonder but a disenfranchised fourth generation driven by anger.
- Jonathan Littman, The Watchman
CHAPTER TEN
At 1:00 P.M. a tall man in a gray suit walked into the Computer Crimes Unit. He was accompanied by a stocky woman wearing a forest-green pantsuit. Two uniformed state troopers were beside them. Their shoulders were damp from the rain and their faces were grim. They walked to Stephen Miller's cubicle.
The tall man said, "Steve."
Miller stood, brushed his hand through his thinning hair. He said, "Captain Bernstein."
"I've got something to tell you," the captain said in that tone that Wyatt Gillette recognized immediately as the precursor to tragic news. His look included Linda Sanchez and Tony Mott.
Anderson didn't respond but just stared at his prisoner as the shock of what he'd done was replaced with euphoria. What a story he'd have to tell! His wife would love it. He wanted to tell his little daughter but that would have to wait a few years. Oh, and Stan, his neighbors, whoƒ
Then Anderson realized that he'd forgotten the Miranda warning. He didn't want to blow an arrest like this by making a technical mistake. He found the card in his wallet and read the words stiffly. The killer muttered that he understood his rights.
"Officer, you okay?" a man's voice called. "You need any help?" Anderson glanced behind him. It was the businessman he'd seen under the awning. His dark suit, expensive-looking, was dampened by the rain. "I've got a cell phone. You need to use it?"
"No, no, that's okay, everything's under control." Anderson turned back to his prisoner. He holstered his weapon and pulled out his own cell phone to report in. He hit redial but for some reason the call wouldn't go through. He glanced at the screen and the phone reported, NO SIGNAL. That was odd. Why-And in an instant - an instant of pure horror - he realized that no street cop in the world would've let an unidentified civilian get behind him during an arrest. As he groped for his pistol and started to turn, the businessman grabbed his shoulder and the detective felt an explosion of pain in his back. Anderson cried out and dropped to his knees. The man stabbed him again with his own Kabar knife.
"No, please, no"
The man lifted away Anderson's gun and kicked him forward onto the wet sidewalk. He then walked over to the young man Anderson had just handcuffed. He rolled him over on his side and looked down.
"Man, I'm fucking glad you're here," the cuffed man said. "This guy comes out of nowhere and I thought I was fucked. Get me out of these things, will you?
"Shhhh," the businessman said and turned back to the CCU cop, who was struggling to reach the terrible pain in his back, trying to touch it. If he could only touch it then the searing agony would go away. The attacker crouched down next to him.
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"You're the one," Anderson whispered to the businessman. "You killed Lara Gibson." His eyes flicked to the man he'd handcuffed. "And he's Fowler."
The man nodded. "That's right." Then he said, "And you're Andy Anderson." The awe in his voice was genuine. "I didn't think it'd be you coming after me. I mean, I knew you worked for the Computer Crimes Unit and'd be investigating the Gibson case. But not here, not in the field. Amazing Andy Anderson. You're a total wizard."
"Please I've got a family! Please."
Then the killer did something odd.
Holding the knife in one hand, he touched the cop's abdomen with the other. Then he slid his fingers up slowly to the detective's chest, counting ribs, beneath which his heart was beating so very quickly.
"Please," Anderson pleaded.
The killer paused and lowered his head to Anderson's ear. "You never know somebody the way you know them at a moment like this," he whispered, then resumed his eerie reconnaissance of the cop's chest.
II
DEMONS
He was a new generation of hacker, not the third generation inspired by innocent wonder but a disenfranchised fourth generation driven by anger.
- Jonathan Littman, The Watchman
CHAPTER TEN
At 1:00 P.M. a tall man in a gray suit walked into the Computer Crimes Unit. He was accompanied by a stocky woman wearing a forest-green pantsuit. Two uniformed state troopers were beside them. Their shoulders were damp from the rain and their faces were grim. They walked to Stephen Miller's cubicle.
The tall man said, "Steve."
Miller stood, brushed his hand through his thinning hair. He said, "Captain Bernstein."
"I've got something to tell you," the captain said in that tone that Wyatt Gillette recognized immediately as the precursor to tragic news. His look included Linda Sanchez and Tony Mott.
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