The crash startled them both.
My father sat up first, hastily straightening his clothes. He scanned the room, exhaling in relief when he saw they were alone.
I was shocked too—I hadn’t expected to be able to grab things. Instinctively, I decided to test this newfound ability.
“Ah! A ghost!” Wendy shrieked, spotting a shadow.
I froze, stunned. Can she see me?
After a moment, Wendy seemed to realize there was nothing there. She reached out and wrapped her arms around my father’s waist.
“Hug me. I’m scared.
Suddenly, she was on his lap, and her top was on the ground.
I watched, horrified, as the atmosphere shifted, their movements growing intimate. Soft sighs and whimpers filled the room.
How I wished I were blind and deaf.
Just as the two were lost in the throes of passion, the door burst open.
My father, startled, fumbled and soiled his pants. Wendy scrambled to grab a nearby pillow to cover herself, staring in shock at the policeman who stood at the doorway.
The officers, experienced and unfazed, ignored Wendy entirely. They strode toward my father and showed him a search warrant.
My father’s face went pale. Perhaps he remembered the corpse in the storage room. “Who are you? You’re trespassing! I could sue you!”
The officer with the search warrant ignored his outburst, responding calmly, “This is my badge and my credentials. You’ll need them if you intend to report me.
“Mr. Stiles, we received a report accusing you of the murder of your daughter, Jennifer Stiles. Her body is said to still be in your storage closet. We’ll be conducting our search now.”
My father’s knees buckled, and he had to grip the back of the sofa to steady himself.
“You must be mistaken! How could my daughter be dead?
“All I did was punish her by locking her in the storage closet! I have no idea where she found that body! She ran away!
“You should be looking for her instead! I’ll pay you a million dollars if you find her!”
