The light suddenly hit Jay full on in the face, waking him. He did his best not to groan as he roused. All he was capable of was opening his eyes, as his bound wrists and ankles made it difficult to sit up. He hadn’t remembered getting into this precise situation, but simultaneously he wasn’t surprised.
“Oh, Jay! You’re awake?”
Jay blinked blearily. “You too?” he asked Robin.
“Seems that way. How inconvenient.”
Jay sighed and rolled onto his side. He felt how empty his pocket was. “Well, they took the pocket knife. There goes our evidence. I was certain the police would find someone else’s fingerprints.” When Robin didn’t respond immediately, Jay knew he had missed something. Any time Robin didn’t immediately start speaking meant something was up. “What?”
“Well, about that. I… might have moved it.”
Jay finally used enough effort to shift into a sitting position. He couldn’t pull away from the wall, where his restraints were attached to, but he could at least focus his full attention on his assistant. “You moved the evidence.”
“That was in my pocket!”
“The very same!”
“That I had up to the point I was attacked!”
“I picked it out and threw it behind the book case! You know, the one that isn’t angled completely against the wall and we keep meaning on moving it but haven’t gotten around to it yet?”
Jay’s head hurt, but he tried to not let that stop him. “You… threw it behind the bookcase.”
“With gloves, of course! I didn’t think they’d look there for anything! It’s not like I could’ve taken any of them on in a fight, Jay.”
“You couldn’t take on a little girl in a fight,” he agreed. Robin pouted, but Jay didn’t care. “Good job. If we ever get out of here, we’ll be able to get it to the police.”
“You mean when!”
Jay was very glad for Robin’s unending optimism, because it made the rest of their incarceration and subsequent rescue much more tolerable.