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Sucked In
Amid the frenzy at Essanem, I was able to draw Arlen aside long enough to scold him for his messaging prank. As my parole officer, he'd had access to all the details of my personal life that the Feds had been able to gather. He certainly knew about the Rock — and calling me Rocky was a guess or a tease. I expected him to be either boastful or embarrassed, but instead he acted genuinely surprised, then worried.
"Not my style, son," he said. Then his brow furrowed and he asked, "You're using again?" I knew he saw no difference, where I was concerned, between hacking and substance a***e.
Maybe it's Vivi, after all. I won't share my suspicions with Arlen, though.
"I can quit anytime I want!" I said and quickly changed the subject: "Hey, what happened in there? That poor guy!
