"Moyne has gone."
"You ... you said that ... in the note."
The notes. That reminded Lois of something. "Do you still have the notes that we wrote to each other?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Where are they?"
"In my pocket."
"Would you mind giving them to me, please?"
Something flickered in his eyes. It could have been disappointment. He didn't say anything but pushed his right hand into his shorts pocket and fumbled for a few seconds. As his hand emerged, a small object fell from his pocket and clattered onto the concrete.
Thanks!
Corrina.
