Sarah
I wait until the coast is clear. Vincent has been gone for hours now, and when I asked Jennifer about it, she confirmed that he wasn't coming home until midnight.
Now is my chance to snoop!
I tiptoe to the study, my heart beating fast. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but the curiosity is killing me.
I frantically search his huge desk, finding nothing. His files are in order. He seems like a neat freak and I am not surprised. Most sociopaths are, according to all the movies I watched.
"If I was Vincent, where would I hide a key?" I say aloud to the empty room.
My eyes scan the immaculate surface of Vincent's desk, frustration building as I find nothing out of the ordinary. Just as I'm about to give up, my fingers brush against a slightly raised edge. Intrigued, I press on it,
