I descended the ladder, walked to the far corner of the basement and pulled up the loose tile. Underneath it was the safe. I fumbled my key in the lock a few times and had to pause to get a hold of myself. Finally, it clicked and I swung the door open. It was completely empty.
A loudspeaker cut through the stillness, causing me to jump up and bang my head on the low basement ceiling. 'This is the N.Y.P.D.! We know you're in there, Jacob!' I stared at the empty safe in disbelief. 'You clever son of a bitch', I muttered.
Walter pulled up a chair. 'This would go a lot easier,' he said, 'if you'd tell us what you know.' 'You got the wrong guy,' I growled. 'Oh I know that,' he replied, 'but what I don't know is why you broke into my apartment at 4 a.m. last Tuesday.' I began to laugh.