Jack, doing the dishes, shrugged. “Why do you care where your girlfriends go? And how do you know?”
She beamed. “I bought an app called ‘Where’s-His-Face.’ Hackers accessed the government’s facial recognition program. For a fee, everyone can be Big Brother!”
He dropped a dish.
She laughed. “Don’t worry! I already know your vices, like cigar bars. No offense, but I wouldn’t waste money tracking you.”