“I don’t think so.”
“Did he try to get you into a car?”
“No.”
“Did he give you anything?”
Ethan hesitated.
Only for a second.
But everyone noticed.
“Ethan?” I said.
He grabbed my hand.
Then pointed toward the front door.
“I hid it.”
My stomach dropped.
“Hid what?”
He pointed at the umbrella stand beside the coat closet.
One officer immediately moved Ethan and me back into the kitchen.
Patel and her partner went toward the closet.
I heard the door open.
Boxes moving.
Then silence.
A few minutes later, Officer Patel returned.
Her expression had become unreadable.
“We found a black case hidden behind some winter boots.”
She held her hands about a foot apart.
“Does it belong to you?”
“No.”
“I’ve never seen it before.”
After that, everything changed.
They stopped touching anything.
More officers were called.
The word “evidence” entered the conversation.
Suddenly my home was no longer simply my home.
