it.
âType this.â
Blake held up a piece of paper.
ssh user@[216.180.38.184]
âIf you care to know,â Blake said with the paper still in view, âIâve already tapped into your dadâs computer and opened up System Preferences. From there, I enabled Remote Login and established the authenticity of the host. To get your dadâs password, I just ran a program that rips about a thousand passwords a second until it finds a hit.â
A second piece of paper came up. Blakeâs voice said, âHereâs the password.â
awsumday0810
Blake didnât state the obvious, and it was a good thing, becausequick tears flooded Kingâs eyes. King was born on October 8. Awsumday October 8. His dadâs password was a phrase of love for King. And now King was using it against his dad.
King forced himself to type in the password.
And suddenly he was looking at the screen that was so familiar to King whenever he saw his dad at the computer.
âYouâre on,â Blakeâs voice said. âWhatâs cool is that there is no way he can tell on his end. Even if he was on his computer right now, you can roam around like the computer is yours. Iâve set up a mirror on this end.â
King heard a flush of joy in Blakeâs voice. The kid was a hacker. This was what he lived for.
âNow, open a finder window,â Blake continued. âYouâll see all his folders. Double-click on the folder marked Vacations.â
King groaned. Why did every step have to remind him of how bad it was to betray his own father? Vacations had felt like wonderful cocoonsâtimes for just him and his dad and his mom in a special world that exactly fit the three of them. Why did every step have to remind him that he couldnât trust any of those great memories if all along his father had been someone other than the person he appeared to be?
âAll the way down inside that folder is one called Mount Rushmore. Open it.â
King did. He expected to find folders.
Instead, there were electronic bank statements.
âOpen the top statement,â Blakeâs voice said.
There it was. At the top. His fatherâs name. The date showing a 30-day period for the previous month. And a figure at the bottom of the statement showing how much money was in the account.
King had to look three times to believe what was in front of him. The amount was for $253,893.42.
CHAPTER 24
Back outside the abandoned prison, King let out a deep breath beneath the moonlight. He had felt claustrophobic inside, and his calf muscles felt strained from tiptoeing through the empty dark corridors.
When he reached the path that would take him home, a tall figure detached itself from the shadows, blocking the path.
King reacted without thinking. Flight, not fight. He spun and dashed back toward the road that led to the old prison building. Openness and speed seemed safer than trying to run through the trees and thick underbrush.
âKing!â came a shout from behind him. King knew that voice. âDonât!â
Thatâs when King knew who had been waiting to ambush him on the path.
His dad. Mack King.
King glanced back and saw that his dad wasnât chasing him.
So King stopped. Forty yards separated them. At that distance, King had a good head start if Mack made a move toward him.
âWe need to talk,â Mack said.
âYou mean you need to lie to me?â King said.
âYou were in the abandoned prison,â Mack answered. âWhy?â
King was slowly moving away from his dad. He didnât know whether he had enough distance to get away if his dad made a move for him. But really, where was King going to go? He was on an island.
âSomething crazy and insane bad is happening at night. Trust no one. They will hunt you too.â
âNo,â King answered. âTell me why you followed me.â
âItâs night,â Mack said. He took a step toward
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