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I fucking knew my instincts were right, bitch can’t be trusted.
“Stick around, get yourself a drink,” I tell her, grabbing my shirt and cut from the floor, and leaving her in the bed.
I rush downstairs, straight to the barroom in search of Jessie, and I find him sitting with Maddy in the corner. He’s got her on his lap, and they're making out like teenagers. Usually, I ain’t one to cock block, but this is a pressing matter.
“Yo, Jess, we got a situation.” I take the seat beside him and tap his shoulder.
He pulls away from Maddy's lips and looks pissed.
“I ain’t doing it again, ask someone else,” he shakes his head.
“It ain't that, this time.”
“Ain’t what?” Maddy interrupts, looking suspicious.
“When Squealer gets a clingy one, he usually sends one of us in with some lame-ass excuse. Nana’s had a fall, dog’s gone missing, kinda shit,” Jessie explains.
“That’s awful,” Maddy looks at me horrified.
“Relax, my nana died when I was ten, and I don't got a dog do I?”
“Well if it isn’t that, what is it?” Jessie rushes me to the point.
“Maddy, who has access to our personal records?” I ask her directly.
“I’ve cleaned them all up as much as will pass as believable, but I can’t just make them disappear. The FBI and ATF have more advanced systems, but you’ll still be on every police department’s system. I’ve made sure you’re high security only.”
“So Roswell can access our files?”
“Yeah, Roswell could access your files; I thought that wasn’t a problem.” She looks back at me suspiciously.
“It ain't,” Jessie answers sternly, without removing his eyes off me. He’s looking back at me like I’ve gone crazy.
“Any chance you can find out when we were last checked out?” I ask Maddy.
“Sure.” She shifts herself off Jessie's lap and digs around in her bag, pulling out her laptop.
“You ever leave home without that thing?” Jessie moans, taking a sip of his beer.
“No, and for reasons just like this one.” Opening it up, she sets to work, navigating her own little technical world.
It takes her a few minutes but eventually, she turns the screen.
“There,” she says proudly.
“What are we looking at exactly?” All the words and numbers on the screen make no sense.
“They’re IP addresses. Within the last week, the only access to any of your files has been from the station in town, Roswell’s the only one with access permission there.”
“And why would Roswell be looking at our files?” I look at Jess, who just got interested.
“Could be for anything,” Maddy shrugs her shoulders.
“When was it last checked?” I ask, sniffing a huge rat among all this.
“Yesterday evening, 6.20pm.” Maddy squints her eyes as she checks.
“You ever known Roswell to work past four?” I raise my eyebrows at Jessie.
