I need to find out more.
Daniel's room is still a mess, and I'm trying to decide whether that'll make my search harder or easier. He won't notice if I move things around, but it'll be more difficult to put things as they originally were.
I look around. Above the bed are posters of Babe Ruth (I think) and some other baseball players. He's also got a signed ball on his desk and his bat is at the door. I didn't know he was so into baseball.
I didn't know much about him, I guess.
I start under his bed. It's pretty nasty down there: lots of socks and candy wrappers. Standard teenage boy stuff. Nothing suspicious.
Next: his drawers.
I pull out the drawer and take a look. His shorts are pretty neat. Slowly, I lift up the pile and look around. There's nothing there.
I pull out the right drawer. Unlike his shorts, his shirts are a disorganized mess.
He's been here recently.
Quickly, I take a picture of how the shirts look. Then, I empty the drawer. There's nothing there.
Shit.
Where the fuck is the proof?
I slam the drawer and put my head in my hands.
woosh
What was that?
There's something in that drawer.
I pull out the drawer again. It's empty, but something doesn't feel right.
I pull out the drawer of shorts again and take a look.
Wait a minute.
I move closer. The bottom of the drawer on the right starts about an inch higher than the drawer on the right.
He placed a plank of wood there.
I try to grab ahold of it, but it's fits too tightly into the drawer. I need to wedge it out. I need something thin and sturdy to act like a lever. What can I use?
I think back to my room.
My binder? No
My sunglasses? No
My knife? Yes
I grab my room and come back. I check my watch: 1:37. I think Daniel's classes end at 3:00 today, so I've still got time. Hopefully Austin isn't back for awhile.
I pull my knife out of my pocket and slide it between the wooden plank and the sides of the drawer. With some effort, I carefully lift up the plank. I place it beside me and take a look at what's there.
At the bottom—the actual bottom—of the drawer, there are several black folders. I take them out and put them beside me.
CLASSIFIED
I open the first one.
Operation Waterloo
Location: Waterloo
Members: 10 plan, 2 intrude, 30 ambush
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