Chapter 3We were back at Arby’s before we could say another word.
Max looked at me and grabbed my hand. “The Energizer Bunny we are not.”
When I was in Voltan, I was hooked into his power supply, but outside, nope, nothing. Then it was just a constant, steady drain. In any case, I shook my head. It kept on shaking. For the life of me, and the death, I couldn’t remember creating that financial document. Then again, I’d created hundreds of documents over the years; that one might have taken me all of thirty minutes: twenty to collect the data, ten to populate the file. But what did I do with it next? And was it even me who created it in the first place?
“Do you think Clark could be in danger now?” he asked. “I mean, he accessed the document that got you…um…you know.”
I did know. God, how
