Day 72

Computer hacker. That's me. Today I managed to crack the password to Damian's personal computer. 

I hadn't touched Damian's computer since he died. Didn't want to. Not until yesterday that is. Dawn tried logging in a few times Friday evening with no success. I tried, and failed, a few times yesterday. But today I got in.  It was through the help of one of Damian's close friends that I got the hint that I needed to solve it. Turns out Dawn and I were on the right track all along, we just needed to make a couple of minor adjustments. And voila, in like Flynn. 

Much like Geraldo's live stream of the opening of Al Capone's vault, the payoff was anticlimactic. I don't know what I was expecting when I got in, but what I have found (so far) is all vanilla stuff - a whole lot of gaming apps. A spot check of his email app revealed nothing but spam. The browsers weren't open so nothing nefarious there. What I wanted to find was an answer. Something that would help explain why he did what he did. But so far no smoking gun, no goodbye note, nothing suggesting anything other than he liked to play video games. There is still a sliver of hope that I may find something. Almost immediately after I got logged in warning message popped up that the mouse's rechargeable battery was dangerously low. So my computer sleuthing is on hold while the mouse recharges.  In the mean time, I have to again steel myself to the likelihood that the question of "why?" will never be answered. I think this will haunt me for years to come. I will come to live with this question being unanswered but it won't be easy. 

Almost nothing is these days. 
Location: Suwanee, GA 30024, USA

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