I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from A Blush With Death.
Book Page to find buy links: https://galenorn.com/book/a-blush-with-death/
“All right,” I said, unable to take being scolded by slacker-boy anymore. “We screwed up. Big time. What do we do now?”
“Your registry files are all messed up. I need to reformat the hard drive, which means most of your data’s going to be toast because the virus already deleted a good share of it. Pretty much, you start from scratch. I’ll save what I can and slap on a good AV software and a firewall while I’m at it.”
Barb spoke up. “Firewall. It keeps hackers out of your computer.”
“That’s another thing,” Andy said. “I think somebody has been browsing around through your data. I can’t be sure, but I checked the log files…” At my questioning glance, he held up his hand. “Don’t ask. What I think happened was that somebody sent you a virus through e-mail and you—or your aunt—opened the attachment. This created a back door in your computer, which allowed whoever sent it to sneak into your files and look around, then destroy them.”
I grimaced. A back door? “That sounds deliberate.”
And right up Bebe Wilcox’s avenue. For a brief moment, I realized that I was sounding paranoid, even to myself. Next thing I knew, I’d be placing the blame for the federal deficit and world hunger on her shoulders. But the old adage, “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you,” kept running through my head.