The police looked in the mill all right but they didn't find the box or the magic stone, or so they claimed. They were sure I was lying to them but I honestly wasn't and had no idea who could have possibly known I'd hidden the thing in the mill.
The cops couldn't do much to me, though. I'd honestly told them where I left the stone, and I even offered to take a lie detector test to prove it but they let me go, and I suppose afterwards they interrogated Karyn to make sure my story synced up.
After several long months the pressure was finally off me about that stone, though I still wonder if the cops had taken it and lied to me about it, just to pressure me to confess to a crime I didn't commit or something.
Then one day I get a knock on my door and lo and behold it's Grandpa, back from the dead!
