Hidden Crimes

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter 18

Daniel was standing outside a room staring on an empty bedroom. He was on the second floor. The second floor was composed of four rooms. One was a master’s bedroom and the other three were regulars. He was outside the master’s bedroom. They were images from the past that were trying to consume his mind. He slowly and softly pounded his head by using his hand to divert his mind from the pain than focused on the memories that were trying to take him over.

After he had a full control on his mind, he immediately went inside and started looking around trying to look for things that they could use as self-defense. He still have his weapons with him but it was better if they had more weapons than by just having one. Daniel, Dontrell, Madison, and Liam were all inside in one house. The organization allocated each of them a house but they decided to not split up. They could not know what would happen to them if they were just alone.

Dontrell was peeking out from the window on the second floor while Madison and Liam were on the first floor, checking every nooks and crannies in the house but unfortunately, they could not find anything.

As soon as everyone gathered on the second floor, they all looked at each other.

“We should not be complacent,” Daniel said coldly. He continued to look around. He could still feel a bit of familiarity in the house. Despite of what happened after six years of trying to survive after his traumatic experience, he could still remember the house that he lived in. It was the house that he chose to leave and flee. He looked around. He could not believe himself that there was a big resemblance that the house they were in to the home that he had. He thought to himself that it must not be a coincidence. There must be a reason behind this.

Everyone nodded. Madison could not keep her eyes away from him.

“What is wrong?” Madison asked to Daniel. She had noticed that he had been roaming his eyes around ever since they got inside the house. She was also agreeing to what Daniel just said. They should not be complacent. As someone who had lived in the poverty, she knew that rich people only gives the poor when it could benefit them. What they were doing right now, abducting them, let them play games, and providing them with a nice shelter. She knew they want something more than their survival. She might had been living in poverty but it helped her to be wise. For living in the swamps for twenty-three years, she already observed how the people, the poor and the rich, around her moves.

Daniel shook his head. “Nothing,” he answered. They all sat on the sofa near the window of the room they were staying.