he would dig a little deeper into this piece of information and see what he could find . i went into what looked like a spare bedroom and my talent led me to the back wall of the closet . she pulled it out of her pants pocket . still , she needed him to know that he was n't to blame . i barely know him , and he does n't know me at all . '' i stomp to the door , making sure she notes that i 'm doing this under protest . 