Chapter 41Kale Omlet’s son had managed to procure his pop’s laptop.
“Well, well, well.” He spoke to his own face. His picture was his father’s screensaver. “I’ll be damned, old man. I didn’t know you cared.”
The next hurdle was figuring out the password.
He tried every dirty word he could think of in every combination. Body parts. s*x positions. Curse words. He even tried the object of his pop’s current obsession.
“Well, it’s not Ben Thornton.”
He was going to help Ben out. He planned on deleting whatever video his dad had gotten his hands on. Though he might watch it first, to see if he recognized anyone in it.
His name, Milo Tomleton, that didn’t get him in.
“Maybe my birthday.”
Nope.
“How about…Ice Dancer?”
That one worked. It was almost touching, really.
“Whoa!” The first th
