Arthur stops.
He reaches for his cold drink at the table and takes a few sips.
His audience are sitting in silence, watching him, waiting for him to continue.
When he doesn't, Julian gets impatient.
"Well, go on! You can't stop there! Art, what are you doing? You think you're in a story telling competition? Go on!"
Arthur laughs openly.
Leila calms Julian down, "Julian, please. You're not five years old anymore. Let him enjoy his drink."
Theo laughs.
"I'm sorry," he says in between his laughter, "but it really does feel like Arthur is competing in some kind of storytelling competition."
The others laugh with him.
Arthur exhales. "The rest of the story is actually very anticlimactic. Jessica managed to find the tracker. It was hidden inside her bra. She took it out and handed it to me. I scanned her again afterward, and she was clean."
