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."
