I hid it in the hidden compartment of the wardrobe, it smells musty and the wood was partially rotting, which is all the more better to hide it in. Hiding it in a large, shiny, silver safe was an invitation for them to open it up and take it in.
I took a deep breath, it was over, I had nothing to worry about. Or do I?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
My head instantly and involuntarily turned to the direction of the door. Who could it be? The cops? Child services? Investigators?
Quit worrying yourself, it's most probably my aunt. I crept to the door and with still shivering hands, I opened it. It was the cops! Two of them and an angry parent behind them. He was as red as his T-shirt, having nice brown hair, just like his daughter. The two cops, one huge sized, tall and muscular, with a mean looking mustache and the other looking like a scrawny Asian fellow, no facial hair or muscles.
"That's him! That's the sick son of-"
"Alright sir! That's all we need to know. You're coming with us." The intimidating cop gestured for me to turn around and put my hands behind my head. I willingly did so, hoping that they won't find any evidence to tie me to the case.
"Search the house! We have a warrant, look for pictures of the girl, that is all we need." The Asian cop did as he was told. I prayed internally that they won't find it.
"Sir! We found a suitcase... and boy is someone in trouble."
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and then Add to home screen.