I was listening to The Reluctant Detective by Tom Fowel...
...and I made it to minute 8, don't think I'll make it to minute 9.
So far, the main character (I assumed he was 14, because he his parents put his ”private detective” add up, and they are paying him) seems to not want to be a detective, but also he's pleading with his parents why being a detective would work while spoon-feeding us exposition. But then he was a hacker in China, and now he has PTSD. Thankfully he's talking about it to what I assumed was his therapist, but NO, it's a journalist made out of tits.
Yeah. No.











