Sandy Bean, being a “string bean” in high school, is bullied by fellow classmates. He is on to discovering something ingenious that could make him millions, but his classmates destroy the lab. He tried the experiment at home and something goes wrong, a fire occurs. His parents die in a car accident in a terrible blizzard and he blames this on his classmates. A reunion is coming up and he plots to get revenge.
Learning all kinds of viral marketing, Sandy, or later as he names himself Conan, becomes “The Social Network Killer” as he has learned how to target specific people. Using a special software that he has created, he is able to scrape specific information to locate certain individuals by what they put on various social networking sites. He also creates a voice recognition software that when he speaks a name, it gives him all kinds of information on that person.
“Blair London has written thrillers that will rank with Clive Cussler, Jack Higgins, and Stephen J. Cannell. Can’t wait to be starring in the movie adaptations of these books.”- Matthew McConaughey (actor)
“Blair London hits all the right notes with her books. Her characters are alive with passion and the scenes are vivid. Blair needs to keep the books coming and make a character especially for me.” - Connie Britton (actress)
“Blair London is a new author with a zest for storytelling that grapples real life issues in her novels. These books are great stories as well as issues that confront society and I highly recommend her books and eagerly await her next book.” - Patricia Heaton (The Middle, Everybody Loves Raymond)
“Fourteen years ago, where would you have been,” Conan asked. “Let’s start with the easy questions. Where were you fourteen years ago this fall?”
Karyn fought frantically for an instant and the she froze, totally focused on Conan for the first time rather than herself. She gulped a big breath of air. “School,” she gasped. “You have the wrong person.” She laughed hysterically. “I was just a kid.”
“That’s right. School, your sophomore year, if I’m correct and I’m sure I am.” Conan nodded and smiled. “And what school would that be?”
“No! No,” Karyn exclaimed. “What are you doing to me? Why am I here? I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“No, no,” Conan chided. “That’s not the answer I was looking for.” He stood up and walked to a side table, selected an object and came back. He sliced the left side strap off her fabulous little black dress with a shining scalpel.
Karyn screamed. Screaming again until she was hoarse.
Conan just waited until the room quieted. “Let’s try this again,” he said. “What school were you attending fourteen years ago this fall.”
Karyn sobbed, gasping for breath between her tears. “Apple City,” she whispered in a hoarse and cracked voice. “I lived in Apple City and went to Apple City High.” Her sore voice broke at the end and she hiccuped. “Apple City,” she whispered weakly.
“Very good,” Conan said. He sliced the right side strap of her fancy little black dress.
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French
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Italian
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Portuguese
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Translated by Raúl López Martínez
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