Chapter 12
Even though Evie and her father left over thirty minutes ago, Brody still feels a little bit like a thief when he reaches for the iPhone. He half-expects someone to shout out, “Hey! That’s not your phone!”
But no one does. He pushes the HOME button at the bottom of the phone. It’s more or less like his iPod Touch, right? Just swipe across the screen and locate the guy’s personal contact information…
Not quite. It’s password-protected, which means he needs to enter a key code to access it.
Damn.
He tries a random four-number combination, but the screen shakes as if in denial. He tries another random password—nothing. Then he goes with all ones, one-two-three-four, two-four-two-four, sixty-nine twice, nada. All nines? No.
Wait.
His own pass codes are usually his birthday. Y
