They searched Esther's room thoroughly. Esther hurriedly picked up her pill bottle when a maid emptied her bag onto the floor. Her room was a mess by now. It wasn't big to begin with, yet they had spent nearly an hour overturning the whole place. Phoebe was starting to look panicked—wherever she had placed the stolen item, it was no longer there.
The girl noticed Esther watching and stalked over to her side. She grabbed her arm in a painful grip, her nails digging into Esther's flesh. "You must have hidden it, right? I know it's in here, so where did you fucking hide it?"
Esther pulled her arm away and glared at the red-faced Phoebe. "You seem a little too shocked that it's not in my room. Be careful, or people will start to think that you stole it to frame me."
