<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Donta Washington</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/02488fa3-2991-47f6-a01d-8b47c4a1a3e0_zpsc193d884.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Don had avoided the question about his age, simply because he felt a little bit bad that he was a lot older than the other students. It made him always feel inferior as people assumed he was a slow learner or had financial problems. Well, he had financial problems of course, but the main reason why he was a lot older than the other students was that he had to take care of his younger siblings while his father had been in prison.<br/><br/>He turned to Mary-Ann when she came up to him and Alfonzo and a grin appeared on his face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"And Mary-Ann have you figured out where the police will hide the evidence?"</span><br/><br/>When she looked a little dumb-founded and shrug her shoulders he took her arm and pulled her along.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"> "Ok, now I can show my vast experience of raids I had to watch and can show you some popular hiding spots. Let's start in the kitchen..."</span> <br/><br/>They entered the kitchen and Don opened the closet with the supplies.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"The flour pot, sugar packages, cereals. No dealer would ever hide his drugs there, but strangely enough the police often finds drugs there."</span><br/><br/>Don continued to the washroom. When Mary-Ann pointed to the toilet tank in triumph, Don chuckled silently. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I see you have watched TV, Mary-Ann. Indeed the toilet tank is a good hiding spot. Unfortunately everybody knows it, so why should anybody hide something in it, if he knows that the police will look into it? But you are right, you will have to check it later with the cam. Now let's have a look in the bedroom..."</span><br/><br/>The bedroom was small, but the bed seemed comfortable. Don sat down on it and bounced a little on it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Carlos seems to know what is the most important thing in a bedroom. This is a good bed, ideal for throwing Lea on it and..."</span>, he stopped when he saw the eyes of Mary-Ann. <span style="color: #FF8000">"Ah, yes, where would you hide something in here?"</span></div>