For a while everything went according to plan and the incriminating laptop and red flash-drive were disposed of and Healing Brian Esseintes was in a web-based file that had been uploaded from a library computer and couldn’t be traced back to her address and the key to the hotel room well hidden in a Starbucks’ washroom and someone would have to remove a ceiling tile and reach around a pipe to find it and she had a new laptop that didn’t have a trace of his story inside it and she wasn’t sure if she should have a false or real sense of security and maybe the police officer who looked at the surveillance tape thought she was just a nosy friend or acquaintance or a petty thief who didn’t find anything worth stealing and if he was watching her the whole time he would have found nothing to sugg
