"I'm not sure if he's a good person, which is why I want to ask you to pull his file for me. If that's too much trouble, I can just hack into your system and find it myself..."
Claire's voice lacked conviction on that last part.
Aiden Howkins chuckled. "Just a personal file? That's easy. Leave it to me. By the way, when do you need it?"
"Now," Claire Sinclair said.
"Alright, give me ten minutes." Aiden Howkins immediately turned and ran off in perfect form.
Claire Sinclair found a seat in the cafeteria. Ten minutes later, Aiden Howkins returned right on time, holding a few sheets of paper.
He handed the papers to Claire Sinclair. "Young Madam, this guy's whole life is on here. He's got quite a record, but it's all just petty stuff. The police can't really do much about him."
Claire Sinclair nodded and quickly scanned the documents.
