Page 102 of Stuart Woods' Golden Hour

Teddy grimaced. “I need to think about that.”

“Ah, right. The mole.”

He nodded. While Lance’s people might know what the sequence meant, asking them could alert whoever had been leaking information about Golden Hour. Teddy couldn’t risk that.

He did know someone else he could ask, however.

“We’ve got a big day tomorrow,” he said. “Let’s go back and get some rest.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

They returned to the flat, and once Teddy was in his bedroom, he called Kevin.

“Dude,” Kevin answered. “I told you it might take several days.”

“I take that to mean no joy yet?”

“None whatsoever.”

“Unfortunate, but that’s not why I’m calling.” He explained the issue with the security system, then read off the character string.

“Oh, yeah,” Kevin said. “That’s the system identifier.”

“Does that mean you know what type of system it is?”

“Yeah.”

Teddy waited, but Kevin remained silent.

“Care to share?” Teddy said.

“It’s trouble.”

“Is that a brand name?”

“Ha. You’re funny. It’s a modular system made by a Finnish company with a name that has too many vowels for me to pronounce.”

“So, why is it trouble?”

“Next totop of the linein the dictionary is a picture of this system.”

“Not sure you understand how dictionaries work, but I get what you were going for. Can it be bypassed?”

“No,” Kevin said firmly. Then after a beat, he added, “Well, yes, but…”

“But what?”

“You need the right piece of hardware and someone who knows how to use it to hack in.”

“Where do I get either?”

“Lucky for you, the answer is from me.”

“For both?”

“You bet.”

“How does all this work?”

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