Though he knew his way around computers, hacking was not Eli’s favorite thing to do. He knew encryption for his own safety, and the tricks he’d learned through code and database management had come from taking care of his own site, not through trying to get into anybody else’s. He had no desire to break the law.
Tonight, he didn’t have much of a choice.
He needed to find out what links remained between Gretchen and Fong. All afternoon, he’d been consumed with questions, about his judgment, about his past, about everything he had ever taken for granted. He and Gretchen had been roommates for months, without anything seeming wrong. She’d been a friend, a confidant, someone he thought he could rely on. They’d been simpatico in a lot of ways, even if he knew he sometimes drove her crazy, and
