Authors: Mark Hitchcock
Digital Winter
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
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DIGITAL WINTER
Copyright © 2012 by Mark Hitchcock and Alton Gansky
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Hitchcock, Mark, 1959-
Digital winter / Mark Hitchcock and Alton Gansky.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-7369-4912-5 (pbk.)
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1. CyberterrorismâFiction. 2. Psychological fiction. I. Gansky, Alton. II. Title.
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10. Husbands, Wives, and Mothers
27. The President Needs a Friend
Eight Minutes
PROLOGUE:
Stanley Elton
JANUARY 20, 2014
Shadow, shadow on my right,
Shadow, shadow on my left,
Shadow, shadow everywhere,
Shadow has all the might.
S
tanley Elton emerged from the bedroom at precisely 7:10 a.m., his favorite mug in his hand containing his favorite African blend of coffee. Truth was, he had seven favorite mugs, one for each day of the week. He had seven favorite blends of coffee as well, seven favorite dress shirts, seven chosen suits of varying shades of gray, and seven power ties.
The morning sunlight had already pushed back some of the thick clouds that covered the parts of San Diego closest to the Pacific. His part of San Diego was called Coronado Island, although it wasn't a true island. Situated on a stretch of land called the Strand, the small community rested on a jut of property that looked from the air like an arthritic thumb sticking into the blue waters.
Founded in 1860, the city of Coronado was home to the elite. North Island Naval Air Station took much of the prime real estate, but there was still plenty of room for retired admirals, CEOs, and entrepreneurs who made sudden wealth in the digital age. A stroll through the city streets sometimes allowed tourists a glimpse of a celebrity.
Stanley Elton was no celebrity or entrepreneur; he wasn't a retired admiral or a man of old money. He was, however, the CEO of San Diego's largest CPA firm, a company whose client list included scores of the top companies in the country. He was on a first-name basis with people often mentioned in the
Wall Street Journal
. For thirty years he worked for OPM Accounting. Most people assumed OPM stood for the founders of the firm, people who died a generation ago. It didn't. Insiders knew OPM stood for Other People's Money. A bit tongue in cheek, but it drew hearty laughs for the few who knew the joke.
“Nice day.” Stanley moved to the open kitchen and kissed his wife on the top of the ear.
“You know that gives me the shivers.” Royce Elton pulled away and tried to rub her ear on her shoulder, her hands busy flipping eggs and turning bacon. A pot next to the frying pan cooked down some oatmeal. Instant oatmeal wasn't good enough for her son, Donny. At least he ate something close to healthy.
“My presence has always made you shiver.” Elton slurped his coffee.
“Shudder is more like it.” Her tone was playful.
“Shiver, shudder; potato, patahto.” He moved from the kitchen and took his usual spot at the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the rolling Pacific. The $3.5 million condo was on the top floor of one of the fifteen ten-story structures on the Strand. Built in the 1960s, the luxury buildings caused such a stir that a city ordinance was passed forbidding similar towering structures in Coronado. Too late and too little.
From the wide living room, Stanley could look to the left and see the Pacific Ocean or look right and see the calm waters of Glorietta Bay. “Water everywhere and not a drop to drink.”
“Good thing we have plumbing and coffee.” Royce dropped two pieces of bacon (well done) and two eggs (over hard) onto a scalloped-edged green plate. A moment later, she added two pieces of rye toast.
He stepped to the dining table. “Dining room” would be inaccurate. The only real rooms in the open floor plan were the bathrooms and bedrooms. Royce set the plate on the glass top. She sat next to him, sipping a chocolate diet shake.
“Eating real food while watching you suck on that stuff fills me with guilt.” He stuck a piece of bacon in his mouth.
“You're a man. You're supposed to feel guilty. It goes with the Y chromosome.”
“This is what I get for marrying a geneticist.”
“Brains are sexy.”
“Really? I hadn't heard.”
Royce raised an eyebrow. “You know, I can poison your breakfast.”
“That's why we have Rosa cook our other meals. Cuts down on your opportunity to cash in on the life insurance.” He cut one egg in half and scooped it into his mouth. Stanley didn't like wasting time on trivial things like breakfast. “Busy day?”
“Usual classes at the university, and then I have about four hours in the lab. I'll be late. I have to grade test papers after that. Rosa has something planned for you and Donny.”
“She's as good a cook as she is a nurse.” Down went the second half of the egg.
“She's a jewel. We should pay her more.”
It was Stanley's turn to raise an eyebrow. “Really? She makes good money now.”
“I'm not sure it covers all she does. Dealing with Donny isn't easy.”
Stanley contemplated the comment while gnawing on the bacon. “What do you mean? He sits in his room and doesn't cause any trouble. He's as passive as someone with his condition can be.”
Royce frowned. She hated it when Stanley referred to Donny's challenges as
his condition
.
“Sorry,” he said. “You know what I mean. Other people like him can be high maintenance.”
Another frown. “He requires a lot of care, Stan. You know that.”
“Of course. I do my share.”
She touched his arm. “I know, dear. I didn't mean that. You do more than any other father would. You provide an income that allows us to get all the help we need. My professor's salary wouldn't pay for one room in this place. I'm just saying we should reward Rosa. She's been with us since Donny was ten. That's twelve years.”
“She's a trooper. Did you have something in mind?”
“I thought of a paid vacation, but I don't think she'd leave Donny for more than a few days. She's so devoted to him. I know that her car is getting a little long in the tooth. She had to take it into the shop. Cost her a pretty bundle to get the transmission fixed.”
“You want to pay for the repairs?”
“No, I want to buy her a car.”
Stanley lowered his fork. “You're kidding, right?” He could see she wasn't. “You mean like a Porsche or Ferrari orâ”
“Of course not. I was thinking of a Prius or some other hybrid. It would save her some gas money.”
Stanley furrowed his brow, narrowed his eyes, and clinched his jaw, but he couldn't maintain the pretense. He had never been angry at his wife and couldn't imagine starting now. The forced frown gave way to the upward pressure of a smile.
“You're working me, aren't you?”