There's Knocking at the Gate

Gavin galloped to the door, anticipating Victoria’s arrival, expecting that the knock on the door was the Ranger, come to deliver her back to him so that he could set everything right. He grabbed the handle and swung the door open, beaming. His expression immediately fell when he saw who was actually on the other side of that door. Two uniformed officers stood before him, looking the teenager up and down. Gavin shrunk, the colour draining from his face, imagining the worst and that something else had happened. Victoria was dead, he thought, taking a step back and opening the door wide. The rest of the teens looked past Gavin to see the two police men staring back at them. Ashley pushed at the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing, trying to cover up under the scrutiny of the officers.

“Son, is this your cabin?” One of the officers said finally, speaking to Gavin.

Gavin only shook his head, his tongue failing him. Heather rushed forward to save him, stepping up to the two men as she informed them, “This is my father’s cabin. Robert Ravers. Is there a problem?”

The other officer peered in through the door, looking around the room as he asked, “May we come in, Miss?”

“Alright,” Heather agreed, taking a step back, tugging Gavin with her and giving the two police officers room to enter. “But I really would like to know what this is about.”

“My name is Officer Russell, and this is my partner, Officer Stallone. Early this morning, we received information regarding illegal activity happening at this address,” Said Russell, a strong jawed, narrow eyed grizzled looking man with thick, shoulder length hair, as he indicted towards his partner, a thinner faced man with glasses and fine, slicked back hair but he was broad and fit looking, like a boxer.

Heather frowned, arching an eyebrow. The most illegal activity that had gone on around the cabin had been the whiskey drinking last night, and the evidence of all that was disposed of. Besides, it was legal in this state for minors to drink in private property under the supervision of a parent or guardian, of which the 21 year old Hannah Woodsen would have counted. Even if the person in question didn’t realise that, who could it have been? Her father? Zack’s mother? Both seemed unlikely.

“This is preposterous,” Heather insisted. “Someone’s been pranking you, or us.”

“Be that as it may, we take all accusations of criminal activity very seriously,” Officer Stallone replied, stepping around the sofa and leaning over to look down the hallway. “Especially when it concerns **** in our town.”

“****?” Heather almost burst out laughing. “Now I know this is a joke. No one here takes ****.”

“Unfortunately, you don’t always know and very often they may not be using themselves but selling the **** on. But even the possession of the ****, without getting into what they do with them, can come with fairly hefty punishments,” Officer Russell explained, watching the faces of each of the teens as he spoke, looking for any signs or tells.

“You’re free to look but you won’t find anything,” Heather stated, crossing her arms defiantly. “Trust me, you’re wasting your time.”

“I think we will have a look around, thank you, Miss,” Officer Stallone accepted, peering into the kitchen. “How many bedrooms are there in this cabin?”

“Four. The Master, the Queen and then two with double singles,” Heather said, pointing to each in turn.

Without another word to the teens, the officers proceeded down the hallway to the Master bedroom. Heather turned to the other six, worry painted across all of their faces. None of them really believed that any of the others had really brought **** into the cabin, but the presence of the police made the suggestion seem so serious and possible.

“Are you sure it was a good idea to let them search the cabin?” Lisa asked. “You know they couldn’t have done that unless you consented.”

“What do I have to hide?” Heather shrugged.

“Maybe not you exactly, but are you sure your dad would want the police rooting around in his cabin?” Kurt posited as he looked down the hall towards where the officers had gone.

Heather frowned. She hadn’t considered that there might be something here that her father might not want found…but she also wasn’t aware of anything illegal that her father was doing, and certainly nothing concerning ****. But someone had called the police…perhaps a business rival of her father’s looking to smear him.

“I just don’t think they’ll find anything,” Heather argued. “This is all some hoax.”

“I’m just disappointed it wasn’t Vicky,” Gavin grumbled.

“I’m disappointed I didn’t have time to put on underwear,” Ashley retorted, as if it were a competition, reaching behind and pushing the t-shirt down to try and cover her bare ass.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” Zack asked, watching as the blonde tugged at his long t-shirt to hide her nakedness.

“I was too excited by the text from Vicky and forgot to put them on,” she said, glancing down the hall. “And they’re in my room, so it’s not like I can slip in and get some now.”

“They have been in there for some time,” Chloe said, frowning. “How thoroughly do you think they’re searching?”

“Why? What are you hiding?” Heather asked, smirking and raising her eyebrows.

“Not-nothing,” she insisted, reddening. In truth, she was thinking of the blue dildo buried at the bottom of her bag. It wasn’t illegal, but it was still embarrassing to think that these two strange men would know that she carried something like that around with her. “I’m just wondering if the fact that they’ve been in that room this whole time means that they found something.”

“Hey, what are you implying?” Ashley growled.

“Ssssh, here they come,” Kurt quietened the girls as the two officers exited the master bedroom. Instead of heading to the bedroom opposite, they turned back towards the living room. It was only as they drew closer that the seven teens were able to clearly see that Officer Stallone was carrying a suitcase.

Coming to a stop before the group, Officer Russell asked, “excuse me, but can one of you tell me who owns this bag?”