"Mia?" Colin called to me softly as I picked up the French press. It felt cool and smooth in my hand. This small object was about to become a planted clue, a silent witness.
"He is going to think he has gone crazy, " I smirked smugly as Colin leaned against the washing machine and grinned knowingly.
"Anything else?" Colin asked, scanning the kitchen for any other ideas.
I looked around, thinking. What else is slightly off?
"My travel mug," I said, pointing to a mug on the drying rack. "I always take it with me when I leave. If it's here..."
Colin nodded. I grabbed the travel mug and quickly placed it in my handbag.
"Okay, that should do it," he said. "Enough to make him wonder, but not so much that he immediately suspects foul play. It will just niggle at him."
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