Freeman sat on his bed, trying unsuccessfully to following Nigel’s instructions.

Why couldn’t he be clearer? The little twerp is not responding to my text messages, and his voice mailbox is full.

He still had more than a quarter million of DigiBit in the wallet. Nigel’s quick thinking helped thwart the hacker. He found and squashed the wallet’s vulnerability, which allowed the wallet bot to steal in excess of a half million dollars. Later, after he had analyzed the code he acquired from the shared ProgHub site, he realized that it contained a buffer overrun vulnerability that his attacker used to exploit his wallet. Otherwise, he thought he had done a pretty good job, all things considered. However, he cringed when Nigel pointed out certain web hooks that circumvented his DAO’s security model. He was jolted out of his thoughts when a banging noise echoed throughout his room. He got up and answered the door. A medium-sized man with a dark olive complexion greeted him. He wore a nice-looking suit that looked more expensive than his father’s car. The man reminded Freeman of an Italian mobster or hitman.

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Granzano! I hate that bastard.

“Chen wants to see you.”

“I . . . need more time.”

“I don’t want to hear it. Explain it to Chen.”

Freeman fetched his laptop and followed the Gratzano.

What am I going to tell Chen?

By the time it took to enter Chen’s massive study, he had formulated a plan. If the cabal bought his story, then Nigel Watson would be a wanted man, and he would have the time he needed to fix his DAO problem.