Screwed!
"I was luckily saved at the nick of time, as he went off from my room after I told him about the urgency, and I too went to help my friend. When I came back after a few hours back to my hotel room, I noticed a pen lying down on the floor. I picked it up and realised it was indeed a recorder. I got confused and played the recent recording in it, and was stunned to hear it. Smith's client had agreed to all his crimes before him, yet they are trying to save him!"
Smith and Austin glared at each other in surprise.
"Where is your pen?" Austin whispered.
"I don't know! I could not find it this morning! I thought I would find it later or maybe I left it in my study! Smith whispered back.
"You think you dropped it, while removing or wearing the jacket in the hotel room?" Austin asked him, in doubt.
"No way! I remember checking it twice! But yes! The girl did touch me seductively before leaving the room. She was touching me all over my chest. She might have stolen it then!" Smith spoke in a nervous tone.
"You know what? We are screwed!" Austin glared at the man.
"I know brother!" Smith looked back at the angry man.