Page 32 of Pucking Them
“I’d rather you cut off my balls.”
“That breaks your dom’s rules and isn’t one of my kinks.
“So, what’s this about improv?”
Eden gives me another dubious look, before he turns back to the screens. “Silas also belongs to Freedom’s only comedy troop. I saw photos of him on Discord. He was performing.”
“We’ve got the bastard. That’s the only evidence we need.”
Eden’s lips twitch. “I watched a minute long clip. Not a single laugh from the audience.”
“Maybe he died on the stage, and we’re now dealing with a zombie.”
“I knew that Silas was evil.”
I hurl myself to my feet with exhilarated inspiration. “What’s his stage name? He’s enough of a narcissist to have used that as his password.”
I snatch out my phone, typing a quick message to share the news of Silas being in the local improv comedy troop in the team Puckups group chat.
Nowthatis comedy gold.
The laugh emojis that come back in reward from the chat are more laughs than I bet Silas has ever received.
Eden furrows his brow in thought. “No Pucking Refunds.”
“Huh, at least he’s self-aware.”
I hold my breath, as Eden types in the name.
I tap my foot nervously as the first attempt doesn’t work. Eden tries again, adding different numbers at the end and then various punctuation marks.
Finally, he writes nopuckingrefunds!1234.
My eyes light up. “Yes, it worked. How did you work that out?”
Eden runs his hand through his slicked back hair. “I read that 1234 is the most common password in the world and exclamation marks are usually chosen.”
“Why?”
“How would I know?”
“Maybe all your reading isn’t such a waste. You’re smart, Dee. But how will you know where Silas has buried his shady shit?”
Eden scans the computer. “Easy. In the most innocent sounding file.”
My shoulders relax, as realization dawns.
I point at a file that is isolated at the top righthand corner. It is simply namedHaha.
Cute.
Who knew that a pompous bastard like Silas had a sense of humor? Especially as his hobby is improv.
Eden clicks on the file, before he turns to me in satisfaction. “We’ve got him.”
“How has he been arrogant enough to think that he won’t get into trouble for this shit? Now that the whole thing is finally crumbling around him, unless we win the Stanley Cup and stopthe club going under, he’s terrified that he’ll end up in handcuffs and not the kinky kind.”
Eden slips a thumb drive out of his pocket, pushing it into the computer to download the file.
