Shao Lin placed the small flashlight between her lips as she roamed inside Zhong Bai's bedroom when he left the door ajar. She quickly searched through his wardrobe, his dresser drawers, beneath his bed. Nothing. She went to his desk, wiggling the knobs of the drawers. Locked.
Shao Link tried to pull the draw of his desk free, but it was no use. It did not budge.
Shao Lin felt like giving up, knowing that Zhong Bai would return anytime soon when something caught her eye—his nightstand. She walked toward it, opening it.
There it was.
Trembling, she looked through an envelope of printed photos taken of her from a distance. Some of them were recently taken outside her home, during times Zhong Bai claimed to have been working. Was his work stalking her?
