According to Moon, as of that morning the police only wanted to question me about the robbery. Maybe the guy with the red backpack who'd snapped my picture had made a detour on his way to the police station or he'd had a Mind-I malfunction. No one seemed to know about the dead man in the forest, but Moon agreed to call in an anonymous tip once I was safely off Mayvel. Whether he'd tried to kill me or not, I couldn't leave him there to rot.
I'd slept under the professor's desk in the chemistry lab last night, courtesy of the key I may or may not have swiped my first day at Smixton. Moon had called early and told me to meet her in the appearance modification booth at the edge of campus.
"Shove over," Moon ordered when she arrived, knocking her hip into mine so she almost sat on my lap.