the rentals.

The man had come knocking on my doorstep the morning i had put the ad in the local newspaper that i was giving the top floor of my house on rent. it had been obnly ten in the morning and i had my first client. that hardly ever was the case ever since i had put my house's top floor on rent. i asked for the rentals that were not so small an amount but i sure did justice to my clients for my house was not like the most ordinary ones.

my parents had left me this mansion of a house when they died and i got lonely so i put its third or top floor on rent. the previous family who rented my house were like my onw family but they had to move in with some other relatives so i had to put an ad in the newspaper. it had only been almost three hours since the newspaper got out and a man had knocked on my door.

he seemed quite in a hurry to sign the contract and other major stuff so i asked if he had thought this through to which he gruffly replied that it was no concern of mine and that he was very well aware of the rent i had put up. he appeared some kind of a dealer. his appearance only sent negative wibes to the audience. but since he put no request and seemed that he would be minding his own business so i let him stay. i showed hi around the house and when i was finished he just shut the door on my face; like he owned the place. but time passed and he did not cause any disturbance. it seemed wierd how he was never late in paying the rentals. at the start of every month, there was an envelope with the proposed amount(of the rentals) sitting on my kitchen counter. my suspicions never died but one morning when i got up a little early i could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. he came down and had three other men with him and they were deeply in conversation. he was scolding them about some shipment not being on time when i heard one of them mention the names of some drugs. thats when i realised where all the money was coming from and why he sounded so suspicious from the start.they saw me dashing for the phone. i called the police and informed them about the situation when one of the men grabbed me by the arm and threw me to the floor. he started beating me and moments later i blacked out.

When i opened my eyes i was in a hospital and my renter was there standing with a doctor and a police officer. what they said next completely took me by surprise; the man who had rented my house was actually working as a spy for the police and had brought a very dangerous drug mafia to the surface. he had been working with the dealers to gain their trust so that he could expose them properly to the world.

they thanked me for all i did although i do not doing anything in helping them but i accepted their gratitude nonetheless. it was really a lot to take in. my head throbbed and that is when the doctor injected some kind of medicine into my arm and i blacked out again. some days later there was news of a gang being exposed and they said the police thanks a young girl for her precious contribution; and they were all saying my name and for some unknown reason thanking me.