He's Clean

Andrew

“This is everything I got.” Keith Shepherd laid the folder on my home desk.

I lifted it, testing its weight—or, rather, lightness. “It’s not much.”

“There’s not much on him. He’s a seventeen-year-old boy.”

I directed a frown his way. I hadn’t hired a private investigator to give me lip.

Cracking the folder, I took a brief look at the three sheets inside. There was a page of the basic facts. Date of birth, home address, etc. Nothing that important, and nothing I couldn’t have found out myself.

The second page was a printed-out instant messaging chat between Jason and someone named Hayden, dated a month earlier. According to the super-secretive conversation, they had plans to hit the mall, and Jason hoped Raven would be there. Again, nothing special.

Then there was a report from school, detailing a few detentions Jason had gotten—all for being late to class or disrupting the learning environment. This late part I probably could have gotten from Lanie, but that was out of the ques