Keshawn laughed to himself when he saw Neecy kiss Charlie.
Because this one was on him.
Luther hadn’t told him to actually do anything with Neecy’s and Charlie’s e-mails—yet. But Keshawn watched them in the library, and he could see they were starting to like each other. When he saw the murderous look in Luther’s eyes, he decided to speed up the process.
Keshawn needed to feel good about something. The situation with Luther made him feel like a total screw-up. In his heart, he knew he was a better person than that. So he decided to use his technical power for good to try to balance out the bad.
He used his keystroke-tracking program to capture Neecy’s and Charlie’s e-mail account names, passwords, and log-in information. That night, he set up a fake e-mail account and called it “GoodTimeCharlieRay.” He figured there was no chance in the world that Charlie would have ever used such a cheesy name.
Keshawn sent the e-mail from that account to Neecy, asking for “the sign” and telling her not to mention it. He then went into her e-mail account and deleted the e-mail. He also deleted the fake account.
It worked beautifully. Neecy planted a juicy one on Charlie. Keshawn figured they could take it from there.
He would have enjoyed knowing how they figured out the GoodTimeCharlieRay e-mail that started the whole thing, but he wasn’t going to read his friends’ e-mails. Although he had no qualms about reading the e-mail of someone who was not a friend.
Like Luther Ransome.
He’d been reading Luther’s e-mail for a couple of weeks now. His account name was “HandsomeRansome.” His password was NFL2B.
Yeah, right, Keshawn thought when he first saw it. DCJail2B is more like it.
He looked around Luther’s e-mail without leaving any trace. He wanted to be prepared. He knew it might come in handy some day.
Those church ladies’ voices were echoing in his head again. I run on the road long before I dance under the lights.
Keshawn just knew that one wasn’t from the scriptures. He looked it up. It was from Mohammed Ali.