Victoria opened the heavy front door with a fake welcoming smile on her face.
A tall man in a dark blue official suit stood on the bright doorstep.
He carried a thick leather clipboard and wore a shiny golden investigator badge.
This was Officer Thomas, an investigator checking on family estate papers in Dallas.
Officer Thomas: Good afternoon ma'am, I am here regarding the family trust audit.
Victoria: Oh hello officer, today is really not a good time for us.
Mia sprinted past Victoria and grabbed the tall officer's dark sleeve tightly.
Mia: Please do not leave! My mom is trapped under the floor right now!
Victoria: Do not listen to her, officer, she has an active imagination!
Officer Thomas looked down at Mia's tear-stained face and red frantic cheeks.
He saw genuine terror and desperate hope shining in the young girl's eyes.
Officer Thomas: Let the child speak, ma'am, what is she talking about?
Mia: There is a trapdoor under that rug! My real mom is inside!
Victoria: She is confused because her father is very sick in the hospital!
Officer Thomas: Ma'am, please step back and let me inspect the entry area.
Officer Thomas moved firmly past Victoria into the brightly lit white foyer.
Victoria tried to place herself between the officer and the square floor seam.
Victoria: You have no legal right to search my private residential house!
Officer Thomas: I have full court authority to inspect this family estate today.
Mia pointed directly at the spot where the metal seam was exposed clearly.
Mia: Right there under her feet! Look at the metal latch ring!
Officer Thomas looked down at the light marble floor in total disbelief.
He noticed the clean square outline cut neatly into the expensive stone floor.
He set his heavy clipboard down on the small entry table nearby.
Officer Thomas: Ma'am, why is there a reinforced floor latch in your foyer?
Victoria: It is just an old wine cellar access that nobody uses anymore!
Mia: She is lying! I heard my mom calling my name from below!
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