you home?”
“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.
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