"What now?"
"What?"
"Where else should we find it? We've searched all over the room and I'm feeling exhausted by all the toss and turning." Laura complained, sitting on Earl Buenaventura's bed that creaked a little and closed her eyes, too tired to resume with their searching operation that had been going for two hours or more.
Blake sat on the floor, feeling his tiredness and sweats trickling down her forehead, he looked at the small guy, braces on, hair almost curtaining his eyes, and would be known as a nerd with just one look, and asked, "Nicky, before Earl left the room and died, didn't he inform you about a memory card or something? Or even a tiny trail that would at least help us with this?"
The guy named Nicko, rubbed the back of his neck, not used to talking to people, he frow
