Chapter 42: The Case of Morrisa
Aurelie watched Tobin run his hands through his hair.
“I’ll never get away from it,” he huffed. “I’m doomed.”
“Get away from what?” Aurelie stood up and crossed the floor.
“Tobin Moray, the bad guy. Tobin Moray the angry guitarist,” Tobin waved his hands in the air. “Tobin Moray, the guitarist always involved in trouble.”
Aurelie looked at him and crossed her arms. “Just show them the surveillance.”
Tobin shook his head. “There’s more to it than that, but having that evidence will help. Do you still have it?”
Aurelie paused. Where did she put it? Did she throw it out?
Tobin read her face. “Aurie, do you have that memory stick?”
“I’ll look when I go home,” she promised. “I’m sure it’s there.”
Tobin looked sourly out the window and then turned to pick up the small carrying bag of Aurelie’s things.
“Let’s go,” he said.