Mary quickly found the missing photos from her own albums. “But why…?” she whispered. Though she found the photos, they didn’t answer everything. She kept searching, the deafening alarm making it difficult to focus.
Then, suddenly, a second beam of light cut through the darkness. A police officer stood at the top of the stairs. “Ma’am, come up here right now,” the officer called, his flashlight catching the broken lock. “I’m guessing you don’t live here, do you?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.