CHAPTER FIVE
WINSTON FINISHED SEARCHING the dresser of Prisha’s room at the boarding house. “What do we have here?”
Connie sat on the bed, doing a mild search on Prisha’s laptop. “What’s that?”
Winston held up the leather-covered book. “I’m guessing it’s a diary.” He flipped through it. “Yep, looks like it.”
“A diary, huh?” Connie whistled as she got off the bed. “Those can be treasure troves of information.”
“I’ll keep it and look through it.” He put it in his pants pocket. “Other than the computer, I don’t think there’s anything else of value.”
“Me either.” Connie got the laptop and headed toward the door when the manager entered.
“Did you find anything?” Ms. Rosalie Kachel asked.
“Got her computer and diary.” Connie maneuvered the thin computer under her arm. “Thanks for coopera
