The
other day I was on the kitchen of my house when someone knocked on the door.
Because I was alone, I was affraid of opening the door and even
though I was scared, I opened the door. The police was in my house with a
search warrant; they told me that they were investigating a crime and they were
looking for a hint and while some are innocents, others are suspects of
being partners in crime. I was
really scared because I had something hide in the floor that did not want
anyone to find it. It was a small and sharp tool; in fact, I found it in the
street the same day that the girl was murdered and if I gave it to the
police, they will think that I was the killer so I avoided telling them
about that.
