Ajay was one of the best hackers in the world when he retired from the NSA, and a lonely life in a heavily surveilled Minnesota town hasn’t dulled his skills one bit, thank you very much. When his estranged daughter knocks on his door with her two daughters in tow, he hopes it’s his chance to become part of her family again.
But she needs more than just a sitter for his two willful granddaughters. She needs someone to keep them safe — from who, she won’t say.
Before, he failed at being a father so badly that he’s afraid he can never make amends. Thrust back into a world of secrecy and cyberwarfare, Ajay now must uncover what makes his granddaughters valuable — and dangerous.
Targeted Age Group:: Older readers of sci-fi, readers who love the Jack Reacher books or Chuck Wendig's Zeros
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
This book was inspired by my grandfather, who always had an incredible ability to get things done. He was an inventor and a man seemingly immune to pain–the perfect hero for a cyberthriller.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Ajay is inspired by my own grandfather, but different in quite a few ways. He's a hacker and a little bit of a grump. His granddaughters are clever, moody, and amazing, just like a lot of the kids I've worked with in my writing classes.
The smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “Do you ever feel like you ought to respect your elders a little more?” Ajay asked.
Jackson glanced at the back of his hand, where a holographic display showed red warnings. He shook it and tried again. “Are you jamming us?”
Ajay kept his face impassive, even as his heart skipped from the rush of adrenaline.
Jackson grabbed Ajay’s coat and pulled him close, looking him in the eyes. After a long moment, he shoved the old man back, causing him to stumble and fall painfully to the hard earth. Ajay reached into his pocket, wincing at the heat coming from the black box. Hoping it wasn’t damaged, he thumbed the control and switched off the jamming signal.
“It was nice seeing you again, Jackson,” Ajay said.
Jackson’s display came alive with alerts. “Bloody hell, Andersen,” said Jackson. Then, to the others, “Move back! Everyone back in the trucks.” In a flurry of movement and roar of diesels, the hired men retreated from the tower, leaving Ajay in a heap.
Ajay scrambled the final few feet back into the tower.
The explosion struck like a snow plow hits roadkill. Heat washed over Ajay, flattening him with concussive force. Bricks rained down outside.
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