Disclaimer: Not mine.
I rifled through the clothes in the closet, Latex covered hands moving items aside. My partner was in the other room, looking through drawers, as I heard them being opened. The apartment was quiet, only me and my partner executing the search warrant, for the time being at least. CSU was supposed to meet us fifteen minutes ago, but were late.
I moved on to the dresser.
Nothing.
That's when I started to look around the bed. You never know where you may find things, I reminded myself as I pulled back the covers, then the sheets. I looked at the mattress.
Nothing.
I got down on my hands and knees, pulling things from underneath the bed. Feeling a box, I grabbed it with both hands, pulling it towards me. I sat back on my feet when I looked at it.
"Fin! Fin, think I got something!" I called.
"What?" he asked, walking into the room.
"We got the bolt cutters?"
"In the trunk." He looked down at the box before me. "I'll go get 'em."
He left and I stood up, taking the box with me and dropping it on the bed. It wasn't that heavy, but awkward, seeing how big it was. Fin came back a couple minutes later. Without saying anything, he went over and cut open the lock. I pulled it out and we glanced at each other before I opened the box.
Just what we were looking for.
Clothes.
Stained a horrible recognizable brownish color.