Synopsis

In Allen Wyler’s 6.0 installment of the Deadly Odds techno-thriller series, Arnold Gold—reformed hacker turned security consultant—lands a vital contract for his fledgling company—a penetration test of both the computer and physical security of a high-profile law firm. Up against the clock and a formidable and vindictive enemy, Head of Security Itzhak Mizrahi, Arnold and his team race to stay one step ahead of capture during a daring attempt to breach the client’s security systems.

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Excerpt

Now what? He chanced another peek over the railing.

There was the hand again, but now only two and a half flights below him, laboriously plodding upward.

Think.

Okay, well, the dude was obviously slow and out of shape.

Time advantage, Arnold. But did he still have enough time?

Put his hand over his mouth, whispered, “In position?” hoping the throat mic would transmit his words.

Prisha double-clicked.

“The floor clear?” he asked, figuring Lopez would realize the question was for him.

“Yes, as of thirty seconds ago.”

Arnold picked up the key card from the cement and whispered, “On three. One… two… three!”

The lock disengaged with a click loud enough to echo all the way to freaking Tacoma. Arnold pulled the heavy steel door open only far enough to keep it propped with his left foot, then started a mental stopwatch without a clue as to how long it might take for Mizrahi or his proxies to respond.

Stop! Just stay on the point, dude.

He started in, working fast as possible, methodical, zoning in intently on each move, figuring it was better to burn some extra seconds than to risk a stupid, time-wasting slip-up. He spooled off an estimated six feet of leader.

Enough?

Well, shit, you’ll find out.

He used the Swiss Army knife to cut the length before pressing the back edge of the blade against his thigh, snapping it shut, then he crammed it in his rear pocket. Done. He tossed the roll of leader back into the rucksack, leaving only the Scotch tape and the rucksack on the concrete.

Forcing himself to work quickly yet precisely despite an increasingly tingling spine and spasming asshole, he looped one end of the translucent leader around the horizontal push bar as close to the lock as possible then secured it tightly in place with a double square knot. He grabbed the Scotch tape, tore off a good three inches, and taped the knot securely to the bar. He burned an extra second running his thumb and forefinger around the tape to convince himself that it was stuck as tightly as possible to the metal, then he pulled the monofilament straight down until it was taut. He inspected it to convince himself it was secure.

Fifty pounds? Yeah, that’s the rating. He pulled harder, tugging the push bar down until he saw the tang withdraw far enough into the latch to open the door. Perfect. The leader’s fifty-pound rating appeared strong enough for what he needed… at least for this preliminary test. However, given the angle required and the edge of the metal door, the question was, would it break when it came to the actual act?

Yo, dude, keep moving.

Left hand now holding the door open, Arnold scooted back a few inches to carefully snake the leader under the bottom edge of the door, trying like hell to keep from abrading it against the metal. Jesus, his mental stopwatch was ticking louder and louder with each rapidly evaporating second, pumping more adrenaline into his arteries, pushing his anxiety off the freaking chart. A drop of sweat dripped off his nose.

Where was the dude on the stairs?

Forget him. Just focus on getting the job done.

A voice echoed from below, the words indistinguishable. Had to be the out-of-shape guard, probably receiving word that this door was just opened. Which might get him moving faster. If he could. But from the sound of it…

Shaking away the thought, he focused instead on methodically threading the leader along the bottom edge of the door toward the right corner, directly below the hinge. Once there, he pulled the remaining length up the side of the door until it was straight, then glanced at the Scotch tape…

About the Author

Allen Wyler’s thrillers have twice been nominated for the prestigious Thriller Award. He has served on the Board of Directors of the International Thriller Writers and is also an active member of the North American Crime Writers and Mystery Writers of America. He lives in Seattle.

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