"Well, there's nothing innocuous about what this spirit is striving to commend to my client by framing him."
Shawn cleared his throat. "With all due respect, did it ever occur to you that your client might be guilty?"
Eve's jaw plunged. Ethan, guilty? She felt like a dummy. No, she hadn't evaluated it. Not for a moment. And why not? Was her perception fogged because she was sleeping with him?
"Ma'am? Is there anything else we can do for you?"
"Ah, no. Thank you for analyzing it and getting back to me so quickly."
"Our pleasure. It was an intriguing niche. I might go back there just to relish the atmosphere."
"Be careful you don't piss off the inhabitant ghost." Eve hung up.
Ethan returned and let himself in.
"Is everything okay?" Damn, I need to work on my poker countenance.
"Uh, yeah. Didn't you assert you had a proof for the night of the theft?"
"Yeah, but I moreover confided you it can't be proven."
