12: Searching, Searching

Camilla I watched as Justin made his way to the door, making a puzzled face. Seems like he wasn't expecting anyone else today. I took a sip of my wine, enjoying the warm, comforting taste. But the fucking continuous sound of urgent, aggressive knocking interrupted my peaceful atmosphere. "What the hell?" I muttered under my breath. Justin opened the door, revealing two stern-faced police officers. A man and a woman, both dressed in their crisp, blue uniforms. The only thing I could wonder at this moment was what was these people doing here? No smiles on their faces at all, showing you how serious they were. Things didn't look good. "Can I help you?" Justin asked, looking at the bogh of them. He was still looking confused. After glimpsing at me, the policewoman set her eyes back on Justin. "We've received a tip about drugs on this property. We're going to need to search the premises." I nearly choked on my wine, and the taste became sour on my mouth immediately. Drugs? In Justin'