You've Got Male by Elizabeth Bevarly Read Free Book Online

accounts, she was the ideal student up until her junior year.”
    His boss studied him in silence, his fingers steepled together on his desk. “Go on.”
    Taking a deep breath, Dixon continued, “In her junior year in college, Avery Nesbitt, of the East Hampton Nesbitts, had her education interrupted. Because she earned herself a ten-year prison sentence instead.”

CHAPTER THREE
    D IXON’S BOSS DIDN’T SEEM surprised by the announcement. “I remember that,” he said. “And I imagine you do, too. It’s become one of those ‘Where were you when’ things.”
    “I remember it now,” Dixon said. “But I didn’t make the connection at first—it was ten years ago, after all. I couldn’t remember her name. But as soon as I read about her conviction, it all came together. I was twenty-nine when it happened and working in decryption. News of her arrest got a lot of buzz around the department. The virus she created was the stuff of legends, and she was just a kid. Even ten years later, no one’s figured out how she did it.”
    Viral Avery. That was how the media had referred to her after the debacle, their too-clever spin on Typhoid Mary. But where an individual would have had to have personal contact with Mary to come down with the bug, Avery had taken out millions with the simple click of a mouse. The college junior had nearly shut down the planet with the computer virus she’d sent out into the world.
    At the time of her arrest, she’d claimed it was an accident, that she’d only created the program and sent it in retaliation to a boyfriend who’d jilted her. She’d insisted she’d only wanted to destroy his hard drive and nothing else and that she’d had no idea she’d leave businesses all over the world stalled, scores of governments deadlocked and the Vatican in the dark. For days. By the time it was finally contained, Avery’s virus had taken out big chunks of North, Central and South America, Greenland and a good part of Europe, including the Vatican. As for Asia…forget about it.
    All told, Viral Avery had cost her fellow man roughly a gazillion dollars in lost revenues, and she’d had people standing in line all along the equator who wanted to string her up for global target practice. Preferably with atomic warheads.
    But they’d had to settle for seeing her get slapped with a ten-year prison sentence instead, something that had offended most people because they’d thought it too light a punishment. They were offended even more when two years later she was released on shock probation. Many suspected it had been more her father’s dollars and influence that had won her the release than any remorse or trauma on her part. She’d been painted in the media as a spoiled, privileged, snotty little geek who always got her way, thanks to family connections. Before, during and after her release, she was gleefully and thoroughly reviled.
    Still, according to her prison records, she had been an exemplary inmate, living quietly and following the rules. And during her trial, the highlights of which Dixon also had studied, there really hadn’t been much evidence to indicate she had acted in malice toward anyone other than the boyfriend.
    But now she was building another virus, he reminded himself. Within weeks of making the acquaintance of Sorcerer. And wasn’t that just the most interesting coincidence in the world?
    “She’s putting together another one,” he told his boss.
    The other man’s eyebrows shot up at that. “She’s what?”
    “She’s building another virus,” Dixon said. “I saw part of it myself when I made contact last night. And just that little glimpse told me that it’s ten times worse than the one she sent out ten years ago. With technology being what it is now and with a million times more people being connected to the Internet than there were ten years ago…”
    He left the comment unfinished, knowing his boss would comprehend the massive repercussions.
    “We’ve got to