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The Break-In

"What the hell do we do then?"

We had called Evelyn and Mason over to come and check it out.

I voted calling the police but it was three against one so I got voted out.

The day was leaving us as the rooms got darker and darker. And since there was no one around, no one had turned on any lights.

I checked and there's not electricity or water or anything.

"What about security cams?" 

I shrugged, "They're in all the hallways and stuff like that but if there's no electricity how do we look through them." 

Mason nodded, "There's always a way, where do you think it'll be located? I can get through the main firewall if it hasn't already been hacked." 

"Probably in the staff only room. There's a room at the end of the hall with files and a security room."

"I know where it is, I'll come with you." James spoke, "Okay, you girls gonna be okay?" Mason reassured. I nodded, "We'll be fine." 

"Check in soon." 

The boys left us in the room alone, there's gotta be something.

"I feel weird snooping through your therapists room like this." Evelyn shivered, rubbing her arms, "Me too. But if this was a hate crime there's gotta be something." 

I went to the desk, rifling through the drawers. I've seen enough crime shows to know that sometimes people have hidden drawers under a board, "Nothing here." I called out, trying to pry open the locked bottom drawer.

I grabbed some scissors from the pen holder and tried to turn the key hole but nothing, "Do you know anything about picking locks?" I joked, "Nope." Evelyn struggled, sounding out of breath, "But try pressing the bottom of the drawer, sometimes they're lose." 

Oh, I didn't know that.

Surely enough, she was right. I had enough room to wiggle the bottom off, "Anything?" 

My eyes widened when empty bottles of alcohol and empty cigarette packets fell out of it, "No but who knew my therapist was such a junkie." I joked, picking up the bottles.

"Therapists are really secretive." Evelyn said, "Yeah." 

I kept looking, finding nothing in her drawers.

"Can you help me with the bookshelf?" I asked, Evelyn nodded.

She was checking behind paintings and all the things on the wall. Nothing. 

"If this were a crime show, this would be the main thing where things would be hidden." 

All the books seemed to be pretty normal, child development, teenage anger, divorced parents. There were a few fictional books, some pictures and her degrees in picture frames. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Is it bad to admit I think my therapist is hiding something?" I said, suddenly feeling like a bad person.

"Nope. Because she is." 

I looked to where Evelyn was, and behind a book she'd pulled off was a metal safe inside the wall. "Holy shit." I said, "Yep. Looks like a code one too."

What the hell is she hiding? 

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We spent ages rifling through the room trying to find anything that could lead to a code, nothing. A house number, birthday, anniversary... there was nothing here?