When Joe went to the bank, Reuben stood at the back door of the kitchen, breathed in a lungful of steamy air and checked his phone. One text message. ‘Got it, ring me.’
He dialled Curly’s number.
‘You got a pen?’
‘No, I’ll remember it.’
‘Her email address is lucyp33@g*******m and her password is Addamsfamily. All one word.’
‘I knew it!’ Reuben said triumphantly.
‘Addams has two D’s.’
‘I know.’
‘I wish you’d fuckin’ well told me; I nearly gave up.’
‘Anyone who was a fan of The Addams Family would know that.’
‘Well mate, I wasn’t. I didn’t spend my time watching the box when I was a kid. I was doing wholesome things out in the fresh air, stealing hubcaps and going for joyrides.’
‘Thanks Curly, I appreciate it.’
‘No worries, consider the debt repaid.’
After work, Reuben went into
