82. Lost

'Tch.' I pushed back the drawer and pulled open the next one. Except for the injection and syringes, there was nothing in it.

I then looked around for the files and papers. On the table, the was just a diary and pen. I sat down on the floor, thinking where could he hide those files. And rested my hand on the bed. The crisp sound of paper echoed by the touch of my hands. I displayed the screen light on the bed. There was silk sheet under my hand. I carefully lifted up the sheet, the papers and files were as it was on the bed.