Chapter 9Why did that key keep sticking? Paul gave his laptop a vicious poke, only to be rewarded with a long string of E’s scrawled across his screen. He repeatedly stabbed the backspace until his screen returned to pristine blankness. What did he expect? With all his concern over the ransomware, he never asked the repair shop to fix anything else.
How had he worked on this laptop for so long? The screen was ridiculously small. Half the keys either had sticking points or were too responsive, not to mention the way his fingers kept bumping into each other due to the reduced size of the keyboard. And, after a morning feast of Inga’s extra-gooey cinnamon rolls, his trackpad had a sticky coating that resisted every effort to clean. He pushed the laptop away with a huff and slumped against th
