My muscles are so tired that I feel like I was the one expunged this afternoon instead of that poor kid, but my mind’s still running at full sprint. As much as I know I need sleep, I’m not sure I could drift off even if I had time to lie down. I don’t have time. Later tonight, I’ll go to meet Clay. He’s supposed to be in our designated meeting place every night at 1:00 AM, and I’m supposed to go at least weekly or whenever I have something to report. I’ve been going nearly every night these past three months, but with the bombing and my meeting with Mr. Belando, I haven’t seen Clay since we saved Arabella three nights ago. Even though I haven’t found Adele Parry yet, I’m going tonight to convince Clay to give me more names. COT recruits only get access to the most basic HR records, but I’m determined to find new clues. Finding Adele would convince Clay that Rolph was wrong to slow me down. I’ve clicked through search menus for what feels like hours, but I can’t get to the parts of the System I need.
