“Found anything yet?” I asked, half leaning towards Stephanie who was a couple of inches away from me, partly drowned in heaps of old newspapers and magazines like me. Our laptops perched on our laps.
“Ugh! No. They are all just a bunch of lies.”
“This can’t be real. A man like your father obviously has cockroaches in his closet. Maybe we are just asking the wrong questions”. I groaned, throwing my head back and onto the sofa behind me.
There we were, Stephanie and I sat in our pajamas. The plan had been hatched, we were going to bring to light all of Mr. Corelinius Stone’s crimes, even if it would be the last thing we’d do. Four hours and still nothing. I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I never expected it to be this hard. Most cases were dropped halfway, a handful without any substan
