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“Does he turn these every day?”
“No, he doesn’t know this, but I know when something is bothering him because he will come over here and start rearranging these until he finds a resolution to his problem. Here is the restroom,” she pushed a door open I hadn’t noticed when I walked in.
“Thanks again, Gretchen.”
“Not a problem.”
The bathroom was decorated in dark woods to match his office. There was a double vanity, a full shower, and a completely stocked toiletry cabinet.
Yes, I looked.
I changed out of my skirt suit and changed into the black slacks and black button-down shirt Liddy sent over. She sent my black flats too.
I love her.
Now I would be able to do exactly what I needed to do and be comfortable doing it. I stepped out of Samuel’s office and was directed to the spare office by Gretchen. I found Samuel standing over the boxes. He’d taken off his suit jacket, tie and had rolled his sleeves up above his elbow.
He looked up from the boxes.
“You ready to get to work?”
“I am,” I replied while taking the lid off the box closest to me.
We both started going through all the paperwork in the boxes piece by piece, taking notes and building ‘important’ and ‘unimportant’ piles. When we weren’t sure, we would ask the other person’s opinion.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems as if these detectives dedicated their lives to putting Princeton behind bars.”
“I would agree with your assessment. A lot of this surveillance is overkill for a drug dealer. Princeton couldn’t have known they were on top of him this much. They even have pictures of him attending church.”
“I know like he was swapping drugs during the sermon. I’m going, to be honest. When Princeton said the cops planted something in his house, I didn’t believe him. Now, after seeing just a third of the evidence, I’m starting to believe him. We have to show how much these detectives watched him. Knowing his schedule would afford them the opportunity to get into his house to plant the drugs.”
“I agree.”
“Also, Deyshonda isn’t in any of these photos except the ones taken at their house. So why did they feel the need to charge her too?”
Gretchen knocked on the open door as she entered with a box of food.
“The food is here. I ordered Chinese. Ms. Patterson, I ordered you the special fried rice with egg foo young gravy, extra egg and bean sprouts. Mr. Valentine, you have the chicken fried rice, beef St. Paul and an order of crab rangoon. There are cold water bottles here in this fridge,” she pointed to the small refrigerator in the corner of the office. Also, in this cabinet are room temperature bottles of water.” She pointed to the cabinet next to the refrigerator.
“Thank you, Gretchen.”
“No problem. I called Liddy for your order. I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“This is perfect. One thing, though, is there a possibility for me to get some real eating utensils. I have a thing about eating with plastic.”
“Oh, that’s right. Liddy mentioned that. I will get you some silverware from the kitchen.”
She rushed out the door.
“Too good to eat with plastic?”
“No, I’m not too good to eat off plastic. I just hate these little forks they give you. I can’t get enough food on it. It takes too long to eat with them.”
He laughed.
Gretchen gave me a fork then left and closed the door behind her.
I sat down on the couch Indian style and opened my box of rice. Samuel sat on the opposite end.
