When he suggested breakfast, it occurred to Elodie just how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten since the night prior and despite the stressful morning there was a twinge of discomfort in her stomach that smoothed at the thought of a meal.
Nodding politely, she turned her attention to the tapes. It took a few tries, but eventually she figured out how to work the VCR and rolling through the footage she moved past the first few hours or so, on to her own arrival.
She watched herself enter, and the embarrassing collision with the boy, but something in the scene caught her eye and straightening, she paused. She had toppled pretty difinitively to her backside, and so it was little wonder she had been fairly thoroughly distracted, but seeing it now, she almost felt foolish...
Pausing the tape, she glanced up to Rossi, "He kept looking back at the desk... I didn't know why, but look. Before he ran into me. He was talking to someone in the back office. I can only see the feet, but it's definitely not Ginny. She was wearing Minolo Blahniks. Dated a few years, but I recognized the ankle strap... My friend Kim was obsessed. These aren't the right heels. He seemed so scared... When I first talked to him. I just thought..." Looking down at her hands, she sniffed softly, as the tears she'd been holding in all morning threatened to break, "I just thought he was afraid of getting in trouble."