Wednesday November 5th, 10:10 PM

I've just closed the door behind me, and reach for my phone, when I realize it must have dropped in the room.

I turn around to open the door, when I hear them talking again.

"Do you think it's enough, sir?" The woman asks.

"The evidence? It's all circumstantial. Even with her testimony."

"We need more."

"More than a drug dealing whore promising her boyfriend is bad? Yeah."

"He seems pretty green." She says, and I know they are talking about me.

"Exactly."