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Police Officer Demanded I Open the Trunk after My Dad's Funeral – I Was Shocked to Know Why

Wian Prinsloo
May 16, 2024
06:05 A.M.

I was still reeling from Dad's funeral. Each of us had received something special from him. My sister got one of his rings, my brother got his collection of vintage vinyl, and I got his classic Mustang. Dad and I had worked on that car together for years. But the car had more to it than I first thought.

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After the funeral, I drove home in the Mustang. The familiar rumble of the engine was comforting, a reminder of all the hours Dad and I had spent working on it. As I turned onto my street, I noticed a cop car following me.

He didn't have his lights on, so I kept driving, assuming it was just a coincidence. But as I pulled into my driveway, the cop car did too. My heart started to race. What could this be about?

I parked the car and was about to get out when the officer rushed up to me.

"Stay in your vehicle!" he shouted, his hand resting on his holster.

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"What's going on?" I asked, my hand frozen on the door handle. My mind raced with possibilities, but none of them made any sense.

"Open your trunk now!" he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I blinked, confused. "Why? What's happening?"

"Just do it!" he barked, his eyes hard and unyielding.

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A policeman in his car | Source: Pexels

With trembling hands, I reached for the trunk release lever. The trunk popped open with a click, and the officer pushed past me, heading straight for the back of the car. He lifted the bottom lining of the trunk and started rummaging around. His back was to me, so I couldn't see what he was doing.

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"You thought you could get away with this!" he said, his voice dripping with accusation.

"What are you talking about?" I stammered, my mind racing with fear and confusion.

"I'm not talking to you!"

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A cop barking order | Source: Pexels

He walked directly to the car, lifted the divider at the bottom of the trunk, and pulled something out. The officer's body blocked my view and I couldn't see what he was holding. I felt cold sweat trickle down my spine. What could possibly be in my trunk?

I leaned out of the window, trying to get a better look. "Officer, I don't understand. Can you please tell me what's going on?"

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A man opening a trunk | Source: Pexels

Still ignoring me, the officer took a step back, revealing what he had found. In his hand was a small, black box. It looked old and worn, with a faint symbol on the top that I didn't recognize.

"What is that?" I asked, my voice shaking.

The officer finally looked at me, his expression a mix of anger and something else—maybe disbelief? "You really don't know, do you?"

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An old box | Source: Pexels

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I shook my head, completely lost. "No, I have no idea. I've never seen that before."

The officer narrowed his eyes. "You expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth!" I insisted, my voice rising in panic. "I just got this car from my dad. He left it to me after he passed away. I don't know anything about a stolen item."

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A stern-looking policeman | Source: Pexels

The officer studied me for a moment, then seemed to soften slightly. "You said this car was your dad's?"

"Yes," I said, nodding vigorously. "He and I worked on it together for years. I only drove it home today after the funeral."

He glanced down at the box in his hand, then back at me. "And you really have no idea who I am?"

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"Look, Officer, if there's anything I can help you with, I will. But I swear I have no idea what's going on."

The cop's face softened and I saw him opening the box. Suddenly, I realized he had started to cry.

"What happened? What's going on?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

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He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. "I was at your dad's funeral. I'm sorry about him, by the way. We grew up together, studied, and worked as partners for some time. Then, he moved away."

At that moment, I remembered seeing him at the funeral, holding a letter in his hand.

"A lawyer came to me and handed me this letter," he said, taking it out of his pocket. "Your dad wrote that I was the one who helped him overcome his mom's death when he was a kid."

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A letter | Source: Pexels

He handed me the letter, and I began to read:

Jonathan,

I know we haven't seen each other in a while, life is strange that way. Those closest to you can be the ones you see the least just because you're each on your own path.

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Still, I've missed you a lot old friend. I'll never forget all the support you showed me when my mom passed away. You know, I felt ostracized back then. I was the kid without a mom. But you never let me be alone, and for that I'll always be grateful.

I kept all the toys you gave me. Even the sweets, I'm a little embarrassed to say. I could never get myself to eat them, they meant too much to me.

I know I'll be passing away soon, I just couldn't beat the cancer, but I wanted you to have the box with the toys. It's in my old Mustang that I'm leaving to Bill, my oldest.

If he doesn't bring it to you, he must not have found it yet. Show him this letter.

It's hidden in the trunk for safekeeping.

All the best.

Your pal,

Arnie

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Jonathan showed me the box filled with toys, sports cards, letters, and old candies. I could see the history and love in each item.

"When his mom died, he became so quiet and sad," Jonathan said, his voice soft and reflective. "I wanted him to get better, I wanted my friend back. So, I gave him my favorite toys. We played with them — cars, even candies, which, as you see, he never tasted. He just enjoyed having them."

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I felt a lump in my throat and tears welling up in my eyes. The box, the letter, the memories — it was all so overwhelming. "He never told us about this," I said, my voice cracking. "I had no idea."

Jonathan nodded. "Arnie was always a private person. But he valued our friendship more than anything. He wanted you to know about it, to understand the bond we had."

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Two boys playing together | Source: Pexels

I started crying too, the emotions too strong to hold back. I handed the box to Jonathan, feeling a deep connection to this man who had been such a big part of my dad's life. "Thank you for being there for him," I said through my tears. "And thank you for sharing this with me."

Jonathan smiled, his own tears still flowing. "It was an honor to be his friend. And now, I hope we can be friends too. Your dad meant the world to me, and I see so much of him in you."

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Over time, Jonathan became a close family friend. I got to know his kids and family, and in many ways, he partially replaced my dad too. We spent holidays together, shared stories, and kept my dad's memory alive.

Jonathan often visited, bringing with him stories of his and Dad's adventures, filling the void Dad's passing had left. His kids became like siblings to me, and his family embraced me as one of their own. It felt like I had gained a whole new family.

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Two men hugging | Source: Pexels

One day, Jonathan and I sat in my dad's old Mustang, the box of toys between us. "Your dad would be proud of you, Bill," he said, patting my shoulder. "He always talked about how much he loved you."

I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. "Thanks, Jonathan. And thank you for everything. You've given me a piece of my dad that I didn't even know was missing."

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As we sat there, surrounded by memories and the legacy of my dad's love and friendship, I realized that even in death, he had brought us together. And in that, there was a kind of peace.

Here's another story about a man who left his son-in-law a surprising inheritance.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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