Bab 135: Chapter 135: Sadie's Sordid Past

I hunched over my laptop, now resting on the kitchen counter, and sat next to Dad as his thick fingers tapped with far more agility than I gave him credit for while his lowered voice filled me in. Not that Mom wasn't well aware we were up to shenanigans-her word-but I had the feeling he was having far too much fun and if he raised his voice he'd be shouting.

Who was this man and where did he put my normally stoic, quiet and reserved father? Then again, as the screen lit up with the Reading Sheriff's Department website and I gulped over the FBI or worse flagging my IP address for unauthorized access to a police data base, Dad tapped in a password that took us to a further screen while he wriggled on his chair in utter delight.