Boiling Point (An Ethan Galaal Thriller Book 4) by Isaac T. Hooke

Author:Isaac T. Hooke [Hooke, Isaac T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

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Bretta walked quickly down the street, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket. Her collar was turned up, the hood of her sweatshirt was raised, and she wore a face mask procured from the concierge. There was little to remark about her appearance.

Her bright blue eyes stared down at the ground, but in her head she was walking the route that she had memorized from the map supplied by the man at the hotel reception. The Internet café was, as she had told Ethan, only a few blocks away and she knew exactly the way that she was going to take to get there.

It took, with a couple of detours and a stop or two to casually check that she was not being followed, fifteen minutes for her to reach the alley that backed onto the place. She had to vault a fence to gain access to the rear of the building, but managed it without incident. She cut around the block and came at the shop from the other side. She slipped quickly through the door and closed it behind her with one last look to the street.

Playing the role of tourist, and without taking off her mask, she communicated that she wanted to use one of the computers for five minutes or so. The proprietor of the shop grunted something that she didn’t catch and pointed to the back of the store where five desktop computers were set up along a bench. They were all free so Bretta took one out of sight of the door.

It was a calculated gamble: she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on the door from where she was sitting, but she also wouldn’t be able to be spotted from the street either. Seeing as she would have her back to the door no matter what, she decided that being out of sight was the smarter play.

Besides, I’m only going to be here for the length of time it takes to read this email. Then I’m out.

Her eyes drifted to a Lysol bottle next to the keyboard, beside a small sign in Spanish asking that she wipe down the keyboard and mouse after use. She slipped on a pair of Latex gloves from her purse instead.

Before she opened up the internet browser, Bretta slipped the USB containing the Tails software out of her pocket and inserted into the port on the tower. That was the beauty of Tails, it was made to adapt and work on most common operating systems, so she never had to worry about picking out a specific computer. Assuming the cafe hadn’t physically disconnected the ports of course.

Apparently not, because in a few moments Bretta had loaded her email page.

She went to the trash folder. There was the message with its subject line, “READ ME”.

She hesitated a moment longer.

“Fine,” Bretta muttered. “I’ll bite.”

She clicked the left mouse button and opened the email. It was written in English, and Bretta knew that it not being composed in Hebrew was a slight in itself.

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