There were three of you that night. Two of you stayed behind. Maybe you’re amateurs or just proud. Maybe you think you were clever giving us your real names. Maybe you don’t understand how easy it is to find you online. Or maybe you just didn’t think I’d bother to check. But checked I did. I stalked you harder than a Taylor Swift fan. Of course, I have no evidence to prove your crimes. And you’ve been smart enough to keep that tablet off. (Or, at least, off when during the times it matters.) Maybe you sold it already. Clearly, you’re clever enough to not pawn the damn thing. Or post it on any of the obvious marketplaces. At the end of the day,…