McBain? Youâve been in bother before.â
âShut it. Do a search on Twilight for me. Whatâs that actorâs name? English. Big hair.â
âRobert Pattinson.â
âGet you.â
âI am SO down with the kids,â he grins.
âLatent homosexual are the words youâre groping for,â I say as I try Pattinson and Robert and then both together.
âVampire is the clue,â says Kenny as he keys something into his phone. âAh, the wonders of Google. Try Edward Cullen.â Kenny spells out the surname.
âWho he?â I ask.
âThe main vampire character in the books, apparently.â
I type. The password screen vanishes, and Iâm in Aileenâs laptop.
âExcellent,â I say, rubbing my hands together. âYouâre the man whoâs down with the kids. What am I looking for now?â
âSocial networking sites. Go to her internet home page.â
I do, and the Google legend appears in the middle of the screen with a search box. Below it are quick links to Facebook, Twitter and Glasgow University among others.
Kenny is reading over my shoulder. âSheâll also be using her phone to get on Facebook.â
âYou can do that?â I ask.
âChrist, youâre pathetic.â
âNaw, Iâm too busy locking up arseholes to be bothered with this shite.â
Kenny leans in, takes over the trackpad and clicks on Facebook.
âHopefully the computer has saved her password,â he says. We go straight in.
âSo this is what itâs all about,â I say as I scan the page, not knowing where to look first. âItâs a bit busy.â
Kenny moves the mouse, clicks on something. The page reloads and all the entries are from Aileen.
âRight. That filters out everyone else and lets us see what your girl has been up to.â
I read a column on the left. âShe has 285 friends? How can you possibly keep in touch with that many people? Why has she got that wee picture there?â
âThatâs her profile picture. Some people use a photo of themselves, but you can use any image â a symbol or an avatar. Sheâs using a photo of the actress from Twilight .â
âA fucking avatar? Avatar? Isnât that from some godawful movie?â I suddenly feel a huge resentment at the world. People waste their lives on this shit while Iâm out there dealing with all kinds of degenerates. I sit back in the chair, crossing my arms and shaking my head.
âOK, granddad. Take a chill pill,â says Kenny. His grin is about splitting his face in two. He turns back to the screen. âRight. This column down the middle shows your girl â looks like she calls herself LovesEdward on Instagram â and what sheâs been up to.â
I sit forward, elbows on my thighs. âThis is more like it.â
Under recent activity it says:
âLMAO on Jenny Craigâs status.â
âYou did WHAT? LOL You go girl!â
âFucking exam. Fucking hate studying.â
I look at Kenny in frustration. He is still wearing that big-toothed smile. âNot even going to ask,â I say.
âOur girl has a potty mouth,â he says.
I scroll down the list. Each comment is as inane as the last.
âIâm sure it has some entertainment value,â I say, âbut for fuck sakes, this is what the future of our country is relying on?â
âWhat age are you?â asks Kenny
I start shaking my head again.
âGet over yourself, ya eejit. Youâre looking for clues here. Not an excuse to give up on modern society.â
I mentally thank Kenny for the reminder â it wouldnât do to actually say it out loud â and I go back to reading the entries.
After several minutes of this Kenny stands up.
âI can see youâre going to be riveting company tonight, so Iâll make myself scarce.â He catches my eye and then adds.