She just glanced at it from what I saw, barely looked at it for all of five minutes before I took it from her… How the hell did she know all of that? Glancing at her, I noticed she rubbed her fingers, smoothing her fingers down to the manicured plain nail. “He gave you this folder before?” “No.” She continued to push and rub each finger that laid flat against her thigh. “It’s just the way my mind works.”
