His sudden change of story raised red flags. His explanation was full of holes, totally suspicious.

But I played it cool, letting him think I bought it, making him lower his guard.

‘Blaming it on a colleague? Who would believe that?’

Now I really suspected something was wrong with Mitchell.

It was getting late, my usual bedtime.

I yawned, deciding to track down the underwear's owner tomorrow.

Before bed, I ...