Gabrielles heart was racing as she crossed the darkened office of Senator Sexton. The room was as expansive as it was elegant‑ornate wood‑paneled walls, oil paintings, Persian carpets, leather rivet chairs, and a gargantuan mahogany desk. The room was lit only by the eerie neon glow of Sextons computer screen.
Gabrielle moved toward his desk.
Senator Sexton had embraced the digital office to maniacal proportions, eschewing the overflow of file cabinets for the compact, searchable simplicity of his personal computer, into which he fed enormous amounts of information‑digitized meeting notes, scanned articles, speeches, brainstorms. Sextons computer was his sacred ground, and he kept his office locked at all times to protect it. He even refused to connect to the Internet for fear of hackers infiltrating his sacred digital vault.
A year ago Gabrielle would never have believed any politician would be stupid enough to store copies of self‑incriminating documents, but Washington had taught her a lot. Information is power. Gabrielle had been amazed to learn that a common practice among politicians who accepted questionable campaign contributions was to keep actual proof of those donations‑letters, bank records, receipts, logs‑all hidden away in a safe place. This counterblackmail tactic, euphemistically known in Washington as Siamese insurance, protected candidates from donors who felt their generosity somehow authorized them to assert undue political pressure on a candidate. If a contributor got too demanding, the candidate could simply produce evidence of the illegal donation and remind the donor that both parties had broken the law. The evidence ensured that candidates and donors were joined at the hip forever‑like Siamese twins.
Gabrielle slipped behind the senators desk and sat down. She took a deep breath, looking at his computer. If the senator is accepting SFF bribes, any evidence would be in here.
Sextons computer screensaver was an ongoing slideshow of the White House and its grounds created for him by one of his gung‑ho staffers who was big into visualization and positive thinking. Around the images crawled a ticker‑tape banner that read: President of the United States Sedgewick Sexton . . . President of the United States Sedgewick Sexton . . . President of the . . .
Gabrielle jostled the mouse, and a security dialogue box came up.
She expected this. It would not be a problem. Last week, Gabrielle had entered Sextons office just as the senator was sitting down and logging onto his computer. She saw him type three short keystrokes in rapid succession.
Thats a password? she challenged from the doorway as she walked in.
Sexton glanced up. What?
And here I thought you were concerned about security, Gabrielle scolded good‑naturedly. Your passwords only three keys? I thought the tech guys told us all to use at least six.
The tech guys are teenagers. They should try remembering six random letters when theyre over forty. Besides, the door has an alarm. Nobody can get in.
Gabrielle walked toward him, smiling. What if someone slipped in while youre in the loo?
And tried every combination of passwords? He gave a skeptical laugh. Im slow in the bathroom, but not that slow.
Dinner at Davide says I can guess your password in ten seconds.
Sexton looked intrigued and amused. You cant afford Davide, Gabrielle.
So youre saying youre chicken?
Sexton appeared almost sorry for her as he accepted the challenge. Ten seconds? He logged off and motioned for Gabrielle to sit down and give it a try. You know I only order the saltimbocca at Davide. And that aint cheap.
She shrugged as she sat down. Its your money.
Ten seconds, Sexton reminded.
Gabrielle had to laugh. She would need only two. Even from the doorway she could see that Sexton had entered his three‑key password in very rapid succession using only his index finger. Obviously all the same key. Not wise. She could also see that his hand had been positioned over the far left side of his keyboard‑cutting the possible alphabet down to only about nine letters. Choosing the letter was simple; Sexton had always loved the triple alliteration of his title. Senator Sedgewick Sexton.
Never underestimate the ego of a politician.
She typed SSS , and the screensaver evaporated.
Sextons jaw hit the floor.
That had been last week. Now, as Gabrielle faced his computer again, she was certain Sexton would not have taken time yet to figure out how to set up a different password. Why would he? He trusts me implicitly.
She typed in SSS .
Invalid PasswordAccess Denied
Gabrielle stared in shock.
Apparently she had overestimated her senators level of trust.