She thought the door would be knocked down by the violence of the pounding. The living room clock showed that it was almost 1:00 a.m. and she wondered who it could be at this hour. "Yes," she called out, looking through the doors peephole, "what do you want?"

A tall man stood on the top step. She couldn't tell for sure but it looked like the man on her front stoop was wearing a uniform of some type. "Who are you?" she asked suspiciously.

The man reached into a pocket and pulled out some type of flat case. Flipping it open, he held it against the peephole. The identification read: 'John Walls, Inspector, Drug Interdiction Agency'. "Oh, crap," Erica moaned, feeling butterflies beginning in her stomach.

"Erica Phillips? I'm Inspector Walls. I need to ask you some questions regarding an ongoing investigation. Can you let me in or shoul...

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