Miley's aggressive hounding for the underwear muted me with exasperation, compelling me to roll my eyes in annoyance. "Come on. Why would I even steal your underwear? I'm not a pervert."
Hmph! Well, you barged in the bathroom when I was taking a shower last night, so what are you if not a pervert?
No matter how much I explained, Miley just refused to believe me. In her mind, she was already convinced that I was the thief.
Ignoring her accusations, I entered the Neighborhood Association and headed over to the windowsill, carefully examining it.
My analysis yielded immediate results, providing me with some clues.
Due to the Neighborhood Association being empty of occupants for quite a long time, no one cleaned it up, resulting in the windowsill accumulating a layer of dust over the peri
