“You, uh…” I scratch my neck. “You got everything off the computer?” “I said I did, didn’t I?” There’s an edge to his voice that’s unfamiliar. He’s always so kind and even-tempered, it’s hard to hear him talk to me this way. “But like I told you, I can’t be sure there aren’t other copies somewhere else in his house.” “Did you look around?” “No.” He glares at me. “I didn’t.” “Oh.” I cough. “And, um, you didn’t… watch the video, right?” “No, I watched it.” My face burns. “Luke, you promised you wouldn’t!”
