Zero Alternative
by: Luca Pesaro
Publication: April 22, 2014
ISBN: 1910153087
ASIN: B00JVPAXXE
Length: 387 pages
Genre: Thriller, Suspense
Blurb:
“Sometimes you must destroy first.”
Framed. Hunted. Betrayed.
To stay alive, Scott Walker must bring down a corrupt international bank. And possibly shatter the world’s economy. Because finance is a black hole ready to chew up countries and people before spitting them out rich, or broken. Or both. In love with a woman he can’t trust. As he hides from hitmen across Europe, Walker has only one card to play – DeepShare. A silicon oracle that could predict a slice of the future, and that everyone wants. Governments and insane billionaires, criminals and anarchist hackers stand in his way, some even promising help – though with dangerous strings attached. As Walker struggles to survive and digs deeper into the dark heart of the global economy, one question torments him: how much will the world have to pay?
ZERO ALTERNATIVE is an action-packed conspiracy thriller that plucks at the heart of human nature. When our grip on love, hope and morality starts to slide, the only future worth living is the one we choose for ourselves.
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The clicking sound was soft, nearly inaudible.
Normally DM would have missed it but his Wagner playlist had just ran out into silence and his drug-heightened senses tingled, raw and sharp. He strained his hearing and stared at the entrance. Another gentle scraping noise and the doorknob moved a few millimetres. He typed a combination of numbers and letters on his keyboard and the computer screens turned black, plunging his living room into semi-darkness.
DM stood up and crossed to the open foyer, careful not to step on any of the discarded junk that lay on the floor. He reached the door and was preparing to look into the peephole when the panel slammed open, hitting his face and sending him sprawling. The back of his head bounced on a table and he rolled to the floor in blinding pain, his brain shutting down for a few seconds.
When he regained consciousness a man was standing astride his body, a black ski-mask covering most of his face. The intruder was pointing a small handgun at his chest.
‘Get up, you stupid fuck.’ The thug’s voice was curt, with a strong Australian accent.
DM struggled to his feet, tears of pain blurring his vision. He glanced at his computer, realising that in seconds the fail-safe he had turned on was going to burn his hard drives and flash-memory to digital ashes. ‘What do you want? I’ve got some money...’
The intruder slapped him hard, a small ring opening a cut on his cheek. DM staggered back, shocked, and half-sat, half-fell on his sofa. The man stepped closer, shoving the gun in his face.
‘You will only talk to answer questions.’ He gestured towards the overflowing bookcase where the mathematician kept his expensive sound system and hissed, ‘Turn that thing on and play your classical crap. We don’t want to be overheard, especially if I have to make you scream.’
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