Monday came, and I went to school, attended class, and did everything as usual.
Well, I had to act casually to cover up my nervousness. I had that used syringe inside my backpack right now. Logan and I agreed to meet in the club room after class. He said he could examine the syringe later.
Honestly, I felt that Logan had a lot of secrets and problems outside of school, but he never told me anything. Not that he was obliged to do it anyway.
I was just curious, especially after what I witnessed in that dark alley.
He had someone—or even many people going after him, even though he was just sixteen years old.
I didn't want to guess though, I didn't want to assume something that might only worsen my anxiety.
Besides, I had to focus on my objective right now, to investigate and collect enough evidence against Leah. I could push her into a hell hole.
