“He has this notebook on his desk, and there was a page ripped out, but I could see the outline of words, so I did that thing where you use the side of a pencil to scratch the next page and find out what was on it.” She holds up her phone and shows me a picture of the paper. “I took the actual page, too, but I figured I’d want photographic evidence. I’m crossing my fingers that once we get into his cloud, we’ll get some answers.”
“As long as he wasn’t smart enough to delete all the trails.”
“He’s smart enough; I’m just not sure he’d take the time to do it.”
Teagan and I grab my laptop and flip it open. We’ll only have three tries before we’re locked out, so we need to be smart about it.
“I think that’s a hashtag after his name.” Teagan points to what looks like a bunch of scratches.
“He really has the worst penmanship, doesn’t he?”
“Yup. And who uses their own name as their password? How stupid is that? And is the e backward?”
“I think it’s a three?”
“Oh! Good call. Okay. So his name is the password, plus a hashtag, and then what?”
“I’d say number one, but it doesn’t look like that’s what it is since it’s curved and not straight.”
“Unless he wrote out the number one?”
“Ooooh. That would be smart. Should we try it?”
I type in the password and cross my fingers as I hit enter. But I get the red “Wrong Password” message.
“Shit. We have two more tries. Are we sure that looks like a zero? Or an o?”
“I think so. God, we need to not get this wrong.” Teagan taps her lip. “I have it! What’s his favorite movie of all time?”
“Uh, I have no idea.”
“He loves James Bond movies. He’s dressed up as him every single year at Halloween since he was a teenager.”
“All he does is wear a suit, though.”
“Because it’s easy, but also because he loves those movies. Try double oh seven.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“Positive. Just try it.”
“You try it.” I shift the computer toward her, and she types in the password.
We cross our fingers and hold our breath as she hits the enter button.
And this time we don’t get the error message.
We both shout obscenities.
“Oh my God, we’re in!”
An hour later, Teagan and I have found more than enough evidence to point all the fingers back at my brother. Somehow he managed to get the passwords to my bank accounts and forged a bunch of signatures. He actually was pretty good at doing it; I even believe that some of the paperwork I’ve seen had my signature.
“Who the hell takes this many dick pics? And who is he sending them to?” Teagan holds her hand up in front of the screen to block yet another image of our brother’s penis. There are many on the cloud.
“Maybe it’s his version of flirting?”
“How are we related to him?” Teagan shakes her head. “Dad is going to be so disappointed.”
I hadn’t stopped to think about how Dad will react to this whole thing. Having someone steal $3 million from your late wife’s foundation is bad enough, but finding out that it’s your own son would be a real mindfuck. “How do you want to do this? Should we tell Dad before we pass this information over?”
Teagan taps her lip and stays silent for a few seconds before she answers. “I think we call a family meeting, but we don’t give Bradley time to make an escape. Right now he must think he’s pulling one over on us, so we don’t want to give him the benefit of a heads-up. And the sooner we do it, the better.” She flops back on the couch. “I can’t believe we have to take our own brother down. How much does this suck?”
“A lot.”
I haven’t always been my brother’s biggest fan, but finding out that he’s the reason for everything that our family is dealing with takes my opinion of him to a new low.
Half an hour and a short conversation with Dillion later, in which I tell her I have to go to the city to deal with a family issue and that I’ll fill her in on everything when I get back, Teagan and I are headed to Chicago, with me in the driver’s seat.
The landscape changes from tree-lined highways to the bustle of a busy freeway.
“Do you miss this?” Teagan asks as we get closer to our exit.
My dad lives outside the city in a massive two-story home. Teagan still lives in the main house, but Bradley took over the pool house a few years ago. I was the only one who moved out and got my own place. I don’t think Teagan necessarily wants to stay in the house; it’s more that she doesn’t want to leave our dad alone in a huge house that’s full of memories of our mother.