Harry frowned, taking a minute to debate whether or not to be up front with his brother. A look at the clock showed he didn't really have the moment to spare, and he sighed deeply, shaking his head.
"We really don't. Someone's meeting her- or whoever she replaced- here in about ten minutes," He offered the datebook over to Thomas, saving him the trouble of taking it by force. The note was pretty incriminating, if nondescript; a name, address, room number, and dollar amount.
"I found an address book in my things when I got here, with all the names of the friends of the guy I replaced. It's not hers. But still- probably better not to hang around."