Part 39 (1/2)

'They won't get far. This lift needs a special key to operate it. n.o.body can make it go without it.'

'Activate the emergency system you told me about.'

'Yes, sir. Right away. It'll be like shooting fish in a barrel.'

Orville felt his heart pounding as he turned to Albert.

'f.u.c.k, they're going to get us!'

The priest was smiling.

'What the h.e.l.l's the matter with you? Think of something,' Orville hissed.

'I already have. When we went into Kayn Tower's computer system this morning, it was impossible to get to the electronic key in their system that makes the lift doors open.'

'f.u.c.king impossible,' agreed Orville, who didn't like being beaten by anything, but on this occasion had run into the mother of all firewalls.

'You may be a great spy and you certainly know a few tricks . . . but you lack the one thing that is essential in a great hacker: lateral thinking,' Albert said. He crossed his arms behind his head, as if he were relaxing in his living room. 'When the doors are locked, you use the windows. Or in this case you change the sequence that determines the lift's position, and the order of the floors. A simple step that wasn't blocked. Now the Kayn computer thinks that the lift's on the thirty-ninth floor instead of the thirty-eighth.'

'So?' said Orville, slightly annoyed by the priest's bragging, but also curious.

'Well, my friend, in this kind of situation all the emergency systems in this city make the lifts go down to the last available floor and then open the door.'

At that very moment, after a brief shudder, the lift started going up. They could hear the shocked guards yelling outside.

'Up is down and down is up,' Orville said, clapping his hands in the middle of a cloud of mint disinfectant. 'You're a genius.'

75.

THE EXCAVATION.

AL MUDAWWARA DESERT, JORDAN.

Thursday, 20 July 2006. 6:43 a.m.

Fowler wasn't ready to risk Andrea's life again. Using the satellite phone without any precautions was insane.

It made no sense for someone with his experience to make the same error twice. This would be the third time.

The first had been the previous night. The priest had raised his eyes from his prayer book as the excavation team came out of the cave carrying the half-dead body of Professor Forrester. Andrea came running over to him and told him what had happened. The reporter said they were certain that a gold box lay hidden inside the cave, and Fowler no longer had any doubts. Taking advantage of the general excitement caused by the news, he had called Albert, who explained that he was going to try one last time to get information on the terrorist group and Huqan around midnight in New York, a couple of hours after dawn in Jordan. The call lasted exactly thirteen seconds.

The second one had taken place earlier that morning, when Fowler had jumped the gun and called. That call lasted six seconds. He doubted the scanner had time to work out where the signal came from.

The third call would take place in six and a half minutes' time.

Albert, for G.o.d's sake, don't fail me.

76.

KAYN TOWER.

NEW YORK.

Wednesday, 19 July 2006. 11:45 p.m.

'How do you think they'll get in?' Orville asked.

'I guess they'll bring a SWAT team and abseil down from the roof, probably shoot out the gla.s.s windows and all that s.h.i.+t.'

'A SWAT team for a couple of unarmed burglars? Don't you think that's like using a tank to go after a couple of mice.'

'Look at it this way, Orville: two strangers have broken into the private offices of a paranoid multimillionaire. You should be happy they're not going to drop a bomb on us. Now let me concentrate. To be the only one who has access to this floor, Russell must have a very secure computer.'

'Don't tell me that after everything we've been through to get here you can't get into his computer!'

'I didn't say that. I'm just saying it will take me at least ten more seconds.'

Albert wiped the sweat from his forehead then let his hands fly over the keyboard. Not even the best hacker in the world can get into a computer if it's not linked to a server. That had been their problem from the beginning. They had tried everything to locate Russell's computer within the Kayn network. It was impossible because in terms of systems, the computers on this floor didn't belong to Kayn Tower. To his surprise, Albert found out that not only Russell but also Kayn used computers that were connected to the Internet and each other using 3G cards, two of the hundreds of thousands that were operating in New York City at the time. Without that crucial bit of information, Albert could have spent decades searching the Internet for two invisible computers.

They must pay more than five hundred dollars a day for their broadband usage not to mention the calls, Albert thought. I suppose that's nothing when you're worth millions. Especially when you can keep people like us at bay using such a simple trick.

'I think I've got it,' said the priest as the screen changed from a black background to the bright blue of the system's start-up. 'Any luck finding that disk?'

Orville had gone through the drawers and the only cupboard in Russell's neat and elegant office, pulling out files and dumping them on the carpet. He was now tugging paintings off the wall in a frenzy, looking for a safe, and slicing through the bottom of chairs with a silver letter opener.

'Looks like there's nothing to find,' Orville said, pus.h.i.+ng one of Russell's chairs over with his foot so that he could sit next to Albert. The bandages on his hands were once again covered in blood and his round face was pale.

'Paranoid son of a b.i.t.c.h. They only communicated with each other. No external e-mails. Russell must use another computer to run the business.'