Digital Fortress

by Dan Brown

I ran an Internet inquiry using North Dakota as a search string. I didn’t think I’d find anything, but I turned up an E-mail account.”

One?

Unless Tankado went back and studied the programming after it was released, he’d never know about the back door. He’d slaved over Digital Fortress for long enough that he’d probably never want to see the programming again.

Jesus. So wrong. So so wrong.

David fished inside the pocket of his bathrobe and pulled out a small object. “Close your eyes. I have something for you.”

UMM.