Contents (110)
- Contents
- About the Book
- About the Author
- PART ONE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- PART TWO
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- PART THREE
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- What did you think?
Burke grinned. “He is. But The Force is stronger with me.”
Chapter 91
Burke put on his Beats over-the-ear headphones, turned off all the lights in Verbeek’s office—which was one of the only completely finished rooms in the house—and started up a heavy metal playlist. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before even touching the keyboard. He had told the others to wait upstairs. He needed to concentrate and relax and that was impossible for him while in the presence of other people.
After a moment of centering himself, his fingers flew over the keyboard. He fell into the digital world like it was a part of him. The 1s and 0s were so much easier to understand than people and emotions. He only needed to understand the underlying infrastructure and the basic tenets of the system, and then he could make it bend to his will.
When he booted Verbeek’s main office computer, the first thing he saw was a Microsoft Windows logo. He chuckled to himself. These people could at least try to make it a challenge for him.
His mind tracked the digital variables, considered the underlying security mechanisms and their capabilities. Within a moment, he had full access and started digging through Verbeek’s life. The computer contained all of his financial records and security assignments.
Burke waded into the sea of digital data like a great white shark, fins cutting through the code, drawn by the smell of blood in the water, intuitively knowing where to find his prey and how best to savor the meal.
Within only a few minutes, he had found several strange data points. Yoshida, Loria, and K (which he assumed was a code for Kruger) had all paid large sums to Black Dog Protective Services. But Yoshida had paid far more than any of the others. Something about that seemed strange.
The financials weren’t helpful in locating Kruger, however. So he dug deeper.
He examined the distribution and assignments of Black Dog’s employees, most of whom were designated as security or operator. Burke assumed that the operators were the mercs with greater skill sets and weaker moral compasses.
Reviewing the current client list and employee assignments, he discovered a strange anomaly. Black Dog had been paid to provide security for a bankrupt casino that investors had been trying to get off the ground for years. Normally, the property was only patrolled by two rent-a-cops. But over the past week, the property’s security had been upgraded to a patrol of four employees marked as operators.
Just to be thorough, he reviewed other clients and properties, but nothing stood out like the change to the security of The Jade Dragon.
Burke used his iPad to snap pictures of this and the strange financial data, then he melded those photos into the mural of notes for the case before informing the others.
When he explained what he had found to Carter, the ASAC immediately said, “We can’t do this by ourselves any more. I think it’s best that HRT takes the building. And Nic and I go in right behind them.”