"The records. Where are they? I can't find them. This was where I kept them long ago." I heard Mr. Daniel panicking from his inner room.
What was going on? Did any of those rogues stole them from his room during the last attack? What could they possibly know about the records, mere papers with maybe some few pictures?
"Annie, did you take some couple of old papers from my old shelf?" I heard him asking his wife.
"Not at all. You had something in there? It has not been opened in years and you last told me there was nothing in there and the lock got bad, so it can't be opened and hence, it's useless. I hadn't bothered to use it all these years." I heard his wife's reply.
This was strange. Did it vanish?
Mr. Daniel came back to meet me, disappointment and panic written all over his fac
