“Where did you get this?” Connor asked.
“That’s not important,” Alessandro told him.
Nevada leaned forward. “Bern, did you hack the MII servers?”
Bern looked at her for a moment. Of course no
Phone rings, local number so not spam. Our cells still have the Oregon area codes, so all spam comes from the West Coast.
Female person: Can I speak to Gordon?
Me, trying to make my brain shift gears since Gordon is in the bathroom: Eh, this is his wife, how can I help you?
Female person: I’m calling about your home owner’s insurance?
Me, blurting out the first thing that pops into my head: We have a roofing contractor.
Female person: Yes, I am returning Gordon’s call about it. From Friday? He had a question?
I do know that he called them, and I know that he was going to ask questions about the type of policy and depreciation, and that there were acronyms. I was there for the conversation. I don’t remember any acronyms. I have no idea what to say. Complete blank.
Female person: He had a question about insurance.
Female person: …
Me, desperately struggling to recall what the acronyms were and failing: … He will call you back in 5 minutes.
Female person, obviously relieved: Great.
I hang up.
t. That would be start a war.”
Judging by Nevada’s face, she didn’t believe him. I wouldn’t be surprised if she jumped into a car and drove 5 minutes it took to get here to interrogate him in person.
And that’s my moment of brilliance for today. How is your Monday going?