KRISTIN
Edith's place was in a greater mess than I envisaged.
When she said her house was raided, I was expecting the normal things, little did I know that the entire place was ransacked and looted.
All her couches were slit open (They probably thought she hid valuables there).
Her room was no different.
"This is bad," I stated for the umpteenth time since I got here. "What the f**k were they looking for?"
Edith, who was covered by a black woolly robe that displayed an outline of her n*****s, shrugged. "Money, I guess. My place wasn't the only unfortunate place. Some of my neighbours received the same—even worse."
That bit of information put me at ease because I was initially thinking that she was being targeted.
"The police need to find these people. They really do."
"Well, that
