One slip up is all it takes.
One minor fuckin' slip up such as misspelling my name at an official document can be a goldmine for snooping amateur investigators like Beck who are up to no fuckin' good.
Fuck, who the hell even misspelled my name in the document?
I have to refocus on the bigger picture. Why was Beck getting into the school's database just to pry into my file?
This wasn't good. I take out my phone to dial Mal and tell him about Beck's poking around. When my fingers hover over the green button, I'm hit with a conscience.
Mal was at university, probably getting to enjoy something he hasn't gotten a chance to in years. Having a normal life. I can't pry him away from something he had dreamed of for so long. Not when this was something he deserved.
I close my eyes and tuck my
