Chapter 22

“How the hell do you remember all your passwords?” Gregg asked as he started running searches on the names.

“There’s method in my madness. A guy I went to school with taught me a trick. Pick a sentence, like, ‘The San Francisco 49ers will win the Super Bowl in 2017’. Then take the first letters, keeping the capitals or lower case, and the numbers. In that case, you’d end up with TSF49wwtSBi2017.”

“Not bad. I presume that’s not one of your passwords.”

Spence snorted. “Not even close.” He sat down next to Gregg, watching what he was doing. “Are you sure you’re not a super spy,” he asked when Gregg rapidly found information about the first person on the list, verifying that it was the same as what Mrs. Brown had on the man.

“Nope. A super reporter.” Gregg winked. “I’d say this man isn’t our target. He’s forty, married with two teenagers, and has worked at the same company for the last twenty years. That doesn’t sound like someone who’d have dusted you folks.”