Chapter 27
Jacksonville, FL
MIKE CALLED JONNY, and we sat down to eat our supper while we waited. We’d just finished when the doorbell rang. Mike went to answer the door, and I met the two of them in the den.
“Dude,” Johnny said. “I hear you might have an infected computer.”
“I’m hoping you can figure it out,” I said, and I set the laptop on the desk.
Jonny turned it on, and after a moment he gave me a disapproving look. “Dude, no password. That’s not good.”
Before I could answer, he was in Windows Explorer, examining files. After ten minutes, he said, “You’ve got a serious key-logging program here.”
“Is that bad?”
“Dude, a bad boy like this records every key you push, attaches it to a file, and sends it somewhere every time you connect to the Internet.”
“Why didn’t Norton detect
