"This is the bottle of oil from my kitchen." Carol examined the now plastic sealed container before handing it to Crew. "I have no idea how it ended up in the men's bathroom."
I had my suspicions. Considering I'd witnessed Ethan in this very washroom earlier with the out of order sign in place. An excellent opportunity to pour out a small sample to be tucked into his pocket and used on Mason's birthday cake before delivering it and tossing the evidence under Simone's chair to shift blame to my friend's sister.
Yeah, suspicions.
Crew tucked the plastic wrapped bottle into his tuxedo jacket pocket where it bulged awkwardly. "Mr. Perry, when I get this bottle fingerprinted, will I find yours on it?"
Ethan had been reluctant to join the conversation, though Dad hadn't given him a chance to
