Finding someone in your room

"Gosh I can't wait to get home so I can just sleep" I thought to myself walking home from school. Out of all the 132 days I've been a senior, I've only been this tired once. And that's today. I thought this year would be easy and restful, now it's turned into a busy and stressful one. Finally I arrive to my side door. Put the key in the lock and open the door. I drop my book bag on the kitchen table, kick my shoes off at the bottom of the stairs and run to my bedroom. As I approach my door I hear a knocking sound. Slowly, I put my head up to the door to listen, I hear footsteps. I bust open my door and find a random guy rummaging through my dresser drawers! "Who the fuck are you?!" I scream as I approach him, "Woah woah woah! Calm down son, I'm with the FBI!" He says at the last second as I raise my fist. He shows his proper identification. "Why the hell are you in my room going through my stuff?" I ask. "Look calm down, let's go downstairs so we can talk" he says. We go downstairs and as soon as my foot touches the hard wood floor I turn around "Why are you here?""Well kid, if you must know, I'm investigating a top profile fugitive. His last known address was this one. Do you know a 'Carl Smith' by chance?" It disbelief I said "Yea, that's my pops.. What did he do? I haven't spoken to him in like 2 years since he ran off with his other family" I said, disgustingly. "Well according to the evidence we have built up, he's responsible for over $100 million dollars in credit card fraud, along with direct association to 3 murders." He states. "No way man, my pops may be a dead beat dad and a cheating husband but he ain't no killer." "well son, you can tell that to the jury at his court date when we catch him, cause with all the evidence we have he may not be able to run out of this one" he said. I sat there confused, angry and sad. Is that why he hasn't called? Cause if he does he'll get caught? He left on my 16th birthday.. Never said a word to me after. "well officer sir, good luck finding him cause I haven't been able to. And if you do, tell him I said thanks for the birthday gift. You can let yourself out." I said. "Thanks...""Chris..Chris Smith" I told him. "well thanks Chris, sorry about the whole snooping around. Part of my job" he said, then left. I went up stairs to my room and laid on my bed. Looked at the ceiling and thought about all the money my dad must have. The 3 people's lives he cut short and how he must really love his new family. "oh well" I said to myself. "maybe one day I'll wake up and it'll all just be a dream.."