“Is your security code tattooed anyplace obvious?” I asked. It was a long shot but tattooed hexadecimal codes were in vogue this year. He looked p...uzzled. “Just log me in,” I said.He rose and came around the desk. I slid my chair back and he switched on the security cameras as I watched. I could replicate that. It was obvious he thought he’d been clever. Password, Angel. Rule number one: never use your name, the name of a family member or pet, or birthdays, anniversaries, and social security. I slowly got up while rubbing my sore bottom. I was totally drenchedfrom head to toe. There was not much choice about what to do now. Idiscontinued with the moping and kept the mop and pail back. I did notwant to catch a cold, especially on a holiday. So, I stripped myself andwashed off the soapy water. I remembered Mrs. Graham kept some towels inthe cabinet. I found them and dried my body quickly.I got a larger towel and wrapped around my waist. I limped slightly tothe sofa and sat down. It went against everything he stood for.Yet he had done just that three times. In all three cases it was after discovering fellow telepath's within the borders of his empire. Two were men who seemed to use their abilities for the betterment of themselves. The third actually interested him.She was a young woman named Vonda Preston. She was 36 years old, single and lived only 30 minutes away by air car. She knew she was telepathic, yet did not take advantage of it. She had developed a natural. "Her Dad deliberately looked back and forth between Kelly and Bradley,clearly trying to defuse an uncomfortable situation. Meanwhile, Adamwalked in the door, saw Bradley, Kelly and his Dad; and abruptly stopped,almost causing Pete and their Mom to run into him from behind.Her Dad's eyes locked onto Kelly, and he finally said, "Bradley's motheris part of my prayer group. She told me that he owned a photographystudio."Of course Dad would use this damn studio. How many times has he told.