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I waited until I heard the motorcycle engine fade into the distance and slipped up the hill. I boldly went up on to the porch of the cabin. Then it hit me...Betsy, you idiot, what if this guy was a killer or a kidnapper? He might not be alone. There might be a victim all tied up inside there or dead...or an accomplice!

I slowed down and listened. Nothing. I tried the door and it opened! It took my eyes a few moments to get adjusted to the darkness of the cabin...

It looked like he been living there for a week or two. Old food containers littered the floor. The place smelled vile. The bed disheveled and obviously slept in. I wondered what kind of fleas you could get...or worse...

Then I saw them! A suitcase and briefcase...how curious...Most normal people would have turned and run...not me...I am a detective! I knelt down and opened the briefcase and to my surprise I discovered it was filled with money!

My mind raced...kidnap ransom? My father as police chief would surely have confided about a kidnapping. Robbery? Wait a minute! The bank in Smith! Last week a man with a pistol had robbed it and escaped with a briefcase full of money. My God, I had caught a bank robber!

But just then the door swung open and I heard a voice behind me say, "Well, well, what do we have here..."

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I waited until I heard the motorcycle engine fade into the distance and slipped up the hill. I boldly went up on to the porch of the cabin. Then it hit me...Betsy, you idiot, what if this guy was a killer or a kidnapper? He might not be alone. There might be a victim all tied up inside there or dead...or an accomplice!

I slowed down and listened. Nothing. I tried the door and it opened! It took my eyes a few moments to get adjusted to the darkness of the cabin...

It looked like he been living there for a week or two. Old food containers littered the floor. The place smelled vile. The bed disheveled and obviously slept in. I wondered what kind of fleas you could get...or worse...

Then I saw them! A suitcase and briefcase...how curious...Most normal people would have turned and run...not me...I am a detective! I knelt down and opened the briefcase and to my surprise I discovered it was filled with money!

My mind raced...kidnap ransom? My father as police chief would surely have confided about a kidnapping. Robbery? Wait a minute! The bank in Smith! Last week a man with a pistol had robbed it and escaped with a briefcase full of money. My God, I had caught a bank robber!

But just then the door swung open and I heard a voice behind me say, "Well, well, what do we have here..."