He is very knowledgeable, and, while deep, the information is amazing. Pesaro has done an amazing job of taking you deep into the money trenches of the markets. A morass is opening that he may well disappear into unless he can find the answers. With the death of his friend who built the program, can he find the bits and pieces that have been lost before it is too late?Īs he races ahead of his enemies, he has no idea who to trust. Yet suddenly it seems that he is the focus, and those he is closest to are no longer safe - even those who feel they can take care of themselves. Without the access to the same types of assets, he still knows enough people who can help him. Whoever holds the information would be able to keep their thumb on the pulse of the world.Īs people around him begin to die in brutal fashion, Scott begins calling in favors. Someone else is aware of the work and is willing to do whatever it takes to be the owner.

One of his friends has been building a program that can help them to know things ahead of time. He has friends in many places - and a few enemies as well. Scott Walker is one of those who play the market and understand the rules. In Zero Alternative, we are taken deep into the money markets, and many of the secrets they keep. With the banking system now so intricate and many vying for ways to find just a few more dollars through the market, there are bound to be shenanigans of the very worst kind. twisted a knob on the battery and DM’s body jerked, straining against the ties.Power comes in many forms and seems to always follow the money. ‘Where is the real DeepShare? How do we access it?’ ‘No.’ ‘As you wish.’ Pienaar.

‘Please… I can’t…’ Tears glistened on DM’s thin cheeks, mixing with the mucus from his broken nose. He unwound the wires, connecting them with the electrodes taped to the mathematician’s testicles, then looked up into his shuddering face. ‘Now, now, there’s no need for that.’ Pienaar grinned and lifted the battery, placing it between his captive’s feet. He coughed sickly, then threw up some bile and sobbed again. His pupils were dilated and sweat covered his tortured body. He returned to the tied man and poured it on his head, ripping off the tape that covered his mouth.ĭM grunted, bloodshot eyes flickering open. The Aussie walked to the stereo and turned up the volume of the music before slipping into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The mathematician had fallen unconscious again, his shallow breath laboured. “He was enraged, and in the last few months his anger had proven more difficult to control.

Zero Alternative by Luca Pesaro