I continued searching the drawers. My watch showed that over forty minutes had passed since I started the search and organization. I'd taken note of some notes with my name in it but none had been about the pen again, just business notes. I closed my eyes. Where would be better to look next? The files or his bedroom. Seeing no help for it, I started arranging the files. Even if I postponed the task, I would still have to come back to it.
I started with the papers on the table, skimming through them and organizing them into files and eventually started with the files. As expected, the documents weren't sorted by files rather by whatever file Ethan had seen when he printed or received the document from the look of things.
