Maxwell
Sadly, Thursday evening was uneventful. Friday wasn’t much better as I sat and thought about what Charlie said yesterday about Morgan meeting the green-eyed stranger and how James could possibly know who he is. I recall the conversation he had with me the night Charlie was attacked. He claimed to not know his name, so why would he invite him along with a snack to Charlie’s workplace? Things just don’t add up, and with James as well as Morgan in Austria, I won’t be able to find anything out for a while.
Today seems like it’s headed down the same path.
“Well…are you going to say something instead of just staring at me like that?” Charlie demands.
I could say a lot of things, but I’m having trouble being able to formulate words. I can’t help but to gawk at her barely clothed body.
