Murder at the McMasters' Residence

Chapter 9

I parked alongside an empty street then walked into the woods with Chelsea. Grateful I didn't wear any form of heels, I followed behind Chelsea as she viewed the map on her phone. Walking for what seemed like hours, I stopped and took a seat on a large rock.
"Are you sure you know the way? I exhaled, trying to catch my breath.
She nodded, "Just a couple more steps."
"You said that a million steps ago!" I exclaimed.
She sighed. "You wanted to do this so c'mon. My phone says we're almost there."
I rolled my eyes at her then continued, praying to God I wont collapse in this forest.
Or have this baby.

We walked for another century then finally we arrived at his house. Around the back was worse than the front. Garbage and junk everywhere. Chelsea walked up the stairs to the back door to check if it was open but of course, it was locked. We walked around the side of the house to see if there was any open windows. Chelsea found one then climbed in. She opened the back door then let me in. The entire house looked like someone chewed it up and spit it out. His kitchen was disgusting. I wanted to throw up; it was repulsive. I felt my baby move.
Yes darling. Mommy agrees it stinks in here.
"It smells like something died in here," Chelsea said in a nasal tone, pinching her nose.
I nodded, rubbing my stomach.
"Maybe something did. Let's search the rooms," I replied.
Chelsea froze.
"Relax," I said, throwing my hands up in the air.

The first on our list was his bedroom which was strangely way cleaner than every where else in the house thus far.
"I don't get it .. it's so clean in here. He needs to be consistent," Chelsea whispered.
Indeed. Too clean.
"Just put everything back in it's place," I replied, searching the drawers.

Chelsea and I searched for God knows how long and found absolutely nothing. Not one piece of evidence pointing to the fact that he isn't who he says he is. I knew I would find evidence but Chelsea thought I was in denial about the whole thing and that I should give up and move on with my happy life and leave his strange, lonely life alone. I agreed with her.
Just so that she could shut up about me being wrong.
However, something inside of me knew that I would find out the truth with or without her help.

Just as we were about to leave, Chelsea tripped over a broken board in the kitchen floor.
"Something is in there!" I exclaimed.
Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Didn't we just talk about this?"
I ignored her and lifted the board. I shot my hand down in the space, too curious to care what the fuck was down the hole. All I could feel at first was dirt (at least I hope it was just dirt) then finally a box.
"Could you just help me? I found something."
Chelsea and I dug the box out of the space. It was big, old and locked.
Just my fucking luck.
"I'm leaving with this," I said, dusting the box off.
"You're insane. What if he realizes it's gone?"
"He wont. Now help me put this board back and get the hell out of here."