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under.”
    “Geez,” Jill muttered. She turned to Art’s sleeping body. “Daddy issues much?” she said. “And how do I spell that password? Are there any spaces or hyphens? Do I capitalize the first letter of each word? Do I use any weird spellings? If I were making that my password I would end it with an exclamation point to add an extra character for security and to really drive home the sentiment.”
    “He didn’t elaborate,” said Nicky. “He barely got the words out before he was unconscious.”
    “Well, they’re likely using security software that my mom wrote, meaning we have three chances to get it right before we’re permanently locked out,” said Jill, the tone in her voice suggesting that she was excited at this new obstacle in her path. “Point me at a computer so I can get to work.”
    “What about Art? Shouldn’t we move him to his bed?”
    “I have no idea what to do about Art,” said Jill. “If he hasn’t had any Addonox, for all we know he might wake up. I think we should leave him there for now and you should keep an eye on him. If he wakes up, use your needle to knock him out.”
    “Got it,” said Nicky, happy that Jill had was taking charge. This version of Jill, the brilliant, confident computer hacker, was the one Nicky liked best.
    Nicky put her phone and her keys down on the mantle near the entryway, then led Jill back to the study, where a razor thin silver laptop sat on a glass table in the corner. Jill turned it on and sat down at the keyboard.
    “We’ll try all lower case with no spaces first,” she said.
    She typed in the password. A window with a red X appeared on the screen.
    “Okay, I guess I’ll try capitalizing the first letter of each word,” she said.
    Again, her password was met with the red X of rejection.
    “This is it,” she said. “Last try. If I type in the wrong password one more time, it’s over. Art’s login will be locked until another partner at the firm reinstates it with a new password. What do you think we should try? Hyphens? Does Art seem like a guy who would use hyphens?”
    “No,” said Nicky. “He’s too lazy for that. Try replacing the word ‘you’ with just the letter, like you’re texting.”
    “Okay. Are you sure? I mean…this is our last chance.”
    Nicky shrugged. She wasn’t sure of anything.
    “Maybe we should try to wake him up,” Jill said.
    “No, we’re messing with him enough already,” said Nicky. “He gets to sleep now. I’m worried we might kill him if we put his body through anything more right now.”
    “Well this is it. Whatever I type in now is our final answer. What do you think? Should I go with all lower case, no hyphens, and the letter u?”
    Nicky looked at the keyboard, imagining Art sitting at a computer and entering his password for the first time. Clearly he was in a rebellious mood when he created it. He would have typed it quickly, without much thought. He would have blurted it out through his fingers before he had a chance to take it back.
    She raised her hands and put them on imaginary keys in the air, pretending to be Art, angry at his father and blowing off steam with words he’d always wanted to say. She followed the movements of her fingers, each hand taking its turn. Left-right-left-right-left…
    “Not the letter u,” she said, seeing her left index finger reaching for the y key. y-o-u…pinkie hits the shift key…
    “Capital D,” Nicky said.
    Jill raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?” she said.
    “Yes, even in his little moment of rebellion, Art would fear his father enough to capitalize Dad.”
    Jill typed the password as instructed.
    “We’re in!” she said. “Nicky Bloom I could kiss you!”
    “No thanks. I’m all kissed out tonight. I’ll leave you to your work. How long do you need?”
    Jill didn’t answer. Her fingers were clapping across the keyboard; her eyes were glued to the screen. Nicky had seen this before. Once Jill got going on a hacking job, she was