Free Buzzworm (A Technology Thriller): Computer virus or serial killer? by Theo Cage

Amateurs write most viruses in a couple of weeks. Kids who get a kick out of trashing someone's work. But Buzzworm has all the dimensions of a corporate software product, like a major video game or software release."
    "You think a team is involved?"
    "It makes sense. You’d need someone to do the video work. Someone who knows how to program the segmenting of the Trojan. Maybe a network expert. It’s just like making a movie. You need an army of hackers, not just a few anti-social weirdoes."
    “Sounds like Microsoft from hell.”
    Roger shrugged. Great looking and she knows her stuff, he thought. And I had to infiltrate the CIA to find her . He hesitated, and then asked "You must have an idea who is behind this then."
    She looked slightly offended. "Why would... you mean a person?"
    Roger was surprised by her reaction. He held both hands up as a sign of surrender. "I was thinking more of a foreign power. Since you are the CIA."
    She stared off into space for a moment, lost in thought. "Oh. Like Bulgaria or North Korea?"
    Roger shook his head, uncertain if she was putting him on or not. Both countries were small, but sources of some of the worst viruses in the past few years. "I was thinking terrorists ."
    "That's one theory. Vienna hasn’t discussed this with you? Possible sources?"
    "She’s not saying much. She wants me to figure this out my way. In her words, find the leak, clean things up and seal the network. Then get out. I’m just a plumber."
    "You have no idea, do you?" She said this almost breathlessly, like she had pulled it out of herself with agonizing effort. This was against all of her training, all of the rules. She seemed to be vibrating. In shock.
    "You?" Roger asked. She turned partly away from him, her eyes on the door across the room. From what he knew about this virus, once you were a headliner, your life was in danger. Sure the sample was small, but he'd seen the photo of Scammel lying face down in his blood. There was an awful lot of blood for one man. "This is probably a stupid question, but why haven't you told anyone?"
    She lowered her voice. "You're the virus expert and I just told you. But if it goes any further, I'll deny it."
    "Listen. I'm on your side. But why tell me at all if you won't give me any details?"
    She stared at him, thinking. "Monday morning, early. I was just logging off when my display went crazy. There was a lot of noise and laughing." She paused. "There was a video. With me in it."
    "Was this a home movie or something they caught on a security camera?"
    Her face reddened. "Believe me. This wasn't a home movie."
    "You think it was faked?"
    Her face went sour. "Of course I think it was faked. It was faked . It was a sick joke."
    “Oh.” Roger sat back, getting it now. Med let out a sigh. "You don't have a copy of it?" he asked. She shivered visibly.
    "No way. Thank God, Kyle from our security group didn't grab it with his little capture program."
    "He’s the one who caught me in the act, right? The video that made Dodge go ballistic?"
    She shook her head. "Yeah. You're famous around here already." Roger could tell she wanted to add more, but was afraid of something. “I’ve thought a lot about this, uh, computer incident. Whoever is doing this has a lot of personal information. Pictures. Video. It knows where you are, in the building I mean, which it shouldn’t know. It also knows other things.”
    “Other things?” Roger asked.
    “Well, it knew about Anne’s house, for example. What the baby’s bedroom looked like. How did Buzzworm get that information?”
    “You sure it was exactly her bedroom? Maybe it just looked like hers, and she was pretty emotional...”
    “You’re not listening, Roger. This thing knows .” She tapped her fingers nervously on the table top.” There was more than me in the video I saw. There was a friend as well. A friend that doesn’t work here. A friend who has nothing to do with the CIA. And no one here has a right to know anything