"I hid a photo of the thief in one of Felicia 's novels, _Into the Fire_. Then I gave the book to Michael Hudson."
"Well, gosh, who is it? How did you come by the photo? Is he or she aware of its existence? Where can I find Michael? What do you think of Felicia's switching genres?"
Mitch blinks several times, then reaches under the table and pulls out a wad of paper labelled "script" with certain lines highlighted. Mitch points to them.
"Hm. Hm. No, it don't say those things. It just says: I hid a photo of the thief in one of Felicia's novels, _Into-"
"Thanks, Mitch. Enough said."