"I need a video of my husband at the hotel with another woman like you said, not that useless recorder," Melody insisted but Maddie still couldn't understand, thinking that the memory should be in the mini recorder.
Maddie grabbed the camera from the table to check it, muttering, "I'm sure the memory card is--" Maddie fell silent, shocked when she realized the evidence Melody wanted wasn't where it was supposed to be. "--here."
"No, it's impossible." Panic and anxiety gnawed at Maddie's flesh. She became more anxious after finding nothing, even after checking every inch of the tiny recorder. "I swear that memory card is in here." Maddie was sure there was no mistake but the memory wasn't there no matter how long she searched.
Maddie checked the table to the carpeted floor and unpacked her bag but the little thing wasn't visible.
