Now, what to do? There’s only Mike who I can bother, and I’m sure he kept my things in custody while I was away. I need to get them back. I used to get distracted when I’m not using my own gadgets.
I found him in his office, tapping away on his own computer.
“Hey.” I said as a way of greeting.
“Hey. How are your injuries?”
“Not bad, healing. Do you happen to know where my possessions are?” I asked, looking around at his place.
“Look in the cabinet. I don’t label them.” He continued what he was doing.
“What are you working on?” I asked as I opened one cabinet, seeing someone’s bag of clothing. Next door, then.
“Collecting info on Ervin’s case.” I lost track of everyone’s cases, so I didn’t bother to pry. I won’t be working here anymore anyway.
I found my laptop bag, with all my gadg
