Diana
When I entered the room, I did everything religiously. From clearing out the used dishes to dusting the cabinets, I made sure I didn’t look like I wasn’t doing anything.
I turned over his bed and swept a little chafing to one side before I began looking for the book.
That way, if he came in and I didn’t have enough time to cover my act, I had an alibi.
The dirt.
‘I was cleaning.’ Such an easy lie to tell.
From there on, I turned the entire place upside down.
Where was the goddamn book? Wherever it was, I was determined to find it, but holy moon goddess, he was good at hiding stuff.
He told me not to touch his desk, so I avoided that with as much caution as I could.
I just used my eyes to scan the entire place enough but saw nothing there of intrinsic value. Just a lot of pap
