Ghost in the Wires: My Adventures as the World's Most Wanted Hacker by Kevin Mitnick & William L. Simon & Steve Wozniak

Author:Kevin Mitnick & William L. Simon & Steve Wozniak
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Computer Hackers, Networking, Science & Technology, Criminals & Outlaws, Mitnick, Computer Hackers - United States, vl-nfcompvg, Kevin D, Computer Crimes - United States, Information Superhighway - Security Measures - United States, Computer Security - United States, Computers, United States, Personal Memoirs, Computer Crimes, Computer Security, Security, Information Technology, Information Superhighway, General, Biography & Autobiography, BIO015000, Biography
ISBN: 9780316037709
Publisher: Little, Brown
Published: 2011-08-15T18:55:49+00:00

I hoped they’d be really upset that I’d known not only that I was going to be raided, but exactly when.

The next morning, September 30, 1992, now back in my own apartment, I was sleeping fitfully, feeling nervous and jumpy, never quite entirely asleep.

Around 6:00 a.m., I woke up, alarmed. Someone was jiggling a key in my apartment door. I was expecting the Feds, but they don’t use a key, they pound. Was this somebody trying to break in? I shouted, “Who’s there?” hoping to scare the intruder away.

“FBI—open up!”

I thought, This is it. I’m going back to jail.

Even though I had known they were coming, I wasn’t emotionally prepared. How could I be? I was petrified of getting arrested.

I answered the door, not even realizing I was stark naked. At the front of the pack was a lady agent, who couldn’t keep herself from glancing down.

Then a whole team stepped into view and pushed their way into the room. They shook down the place while I got dressed, even thoroughly inspecting the contents of the fridge. No one commented or cracked a smile at my “FBI doughnuts” sign, and the entire dozen went untouched.

But I had done a good cleanup job. They didn’t find anything incriminating in the fridge, and they didn’t find anything anywhere else that would help their case.

Of course they didn’t like that, and they didn’t like my naive, playing-dumb attitude.

One agent sat down at the kitchen table and said, “Come over here, let’s talk.” FBI agents are generally very polite, and this guy and I knew each other. He was Special Agent Richard Beasley, an agent who had been involved in my DEC case. He said in a friendly tone and with what sounded like a Texas drawl, “Kevin, this is your second time around. We’re searching De Payne right now. He’s cooperating. Unless you cooperate, you’re going to be sitting on the back of the bus.”

I had never heard the expression before, but the meaning was clear: the first guy to roll over on the other one gets a much better deal. Lewis and I had talked about this many times. “What would you do if the police questioned you?” one of us would ask the other.

The answer always was, “Tell them to talk to my lawyer.”

I wasn’t going to rat on him, and I knew he’d be a stand-up guy for me, as well.

Beasley pulled out a tape cassette. He asked me, “Do you have a cassette player?”

“No!”

I couldn’t figure this. The agency that likes to think it’s the best law enforcement agency in the United States, if not the world, comes with a cassette tape they want me to listen to but nobody thinks to bring along a player?

One of the other agents spotted my large boom box and brought it over. Beasley put in the cassette and punched Play.

I heard a call being dialed and Mark Kasden talking in the background. Then my voice. It sounded like Mark and I were talking in the same room.

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