Free Spyder Web by Tom Grace Page B

the hell did you get this?’ he shouted angrily as he slammed the document onto the table. A few other patrons of the bar looked over at the disturbance.
    ‘Settle down and I’ll tell you.’
    Cole eased back into his seat, still enraged by her revelation. Roe knew that she’d rattled him with the report. Cole was feeling backed into a corner and now she would help him make the correct decision.
    ‘Your ex-wife’s lawyer had her detective retain it as an insurance policy. If I recall correctly, that’s a direct violation of your divorce agreement.’
    The news infuriated Cole, who was now livid. ‘That bitch! I should have known I couldn’t trust her.’
    ‘Well, now you don’t have to worry about her.’ Roe spoke calmly and clearly. ‘I am the only person who can expose your secret. I don’t really care what you do in your private life, or with whom; that’s none of my concern. What I do care about are my clients. My offer still stands: You get me into Moy’s computer, and I’ll pay you fifty grand. Do we have a deal?’
    ‘What about this?’ Cole asked, pointing at the report.
    ‘I keep the originals until I feel that I can trust you. This report has no value to me other than to buy your silence; I have no interest in seeing your career destroyed.’
    Cole’s anger eased a little, but he was still visibly upset.
    ‘Look, if I was a real bitch, I’d just blackmail you and save my money. No, I’m a businesswoman, and what I’m offering you is a win-win deal. I get the information I want and you get some badly needed cash. I saw your divorce settlement-you got burned. ’
    ‘Got that right,’ Cole agreed bitterly.
    ‘Fine,’ Roe replied, attempting to channel Cole’s anger toward her goal. ‘Here’s a chance for you to get financially back on your feet. At fifty grand, I’m paying you more per word than Schwarzenegger gets in the movies.’
    Cole’s focus slowly shifted toward Roe’s offer and the booth grew quiet as he weighed his decision.
    ‘All right, I’m in.’
    Roe smiled at him warmly. ‘Do you have a dedicated data line into Moy?’
    ‘Yeah. The project I’m on has a tight schedule, so I log a lot of system time in the off-hours.’
    ‘Then it won’t be unusual for you to log in on a Friday night. Is tonight a problem for you?’
    ‘No, I don’t have any plans. What about the money?’
    ‘I have it with me,’ Roe assured him. ‘Once I’m in and out, the cash is yours to do with as you see fit. I’ll bet you can do a lot of scuba diving on fifty grand.’
    ‘I think I can put it to good use.’
    ‘Great.’ Roe stood and collected her coat from the hook while Cole remained seated in the booth. She fished a wallet out of her purse and paid the bill.
    ‘Business meal,’ she said jokingly while collecting the receipt. ‘Let’s go.’

10
    To Roe’s delight, Cole’s project had provided him with a Silicon Graphics workstation equipped with a highspeed modem. Over a clean, dedicated line, this transfer would go about twice as fast as her last job at Pangen Research. The nature of Cole’s project also granted him unusually high system access for an outside contractor, high enough that Roe was easily able to create a temporary superuser on the Moy network with unlimited access. In ten minutes, Roe was effectively in total control of the Moy Electronics computer network.
    Once Roe began copying the information she wanted onto her optical disk drive, there wasn’t much left to do but wait.
    ‘Here,’ Cole said as he held out a cold can of Coors, ‘it’s on the house.’
    ‘Thanks.’ Roe popped the top and took a swallow of the frosty liquid.
    ‘As terribly exciting as copying files is, I think I’ll go watch the Blackhawks-Red Wings game.’
    ‘Go ahead. I’ll just sit here and baby-sit the machine.’
    The sounds of rabid Blackhawks fans filled Cole’s living room as the television came to life with the game. It was still early in the first period, both teams