Epic story of survival

As I was standing with the cops by the tree where I last saw the men,I shouted, "He's in the house!" and I ran inside, the cops following me. "He's gotta be in here somewhere." I said, "let's split up." Now, I thought to myself, if I were a hired gunman hiding in my target's house, where would I be? I decided I would probably be in a closet of some sort, so I sneaked up to my room and saw my closet door slightly ajar. I went back down and brought the cops back up with me. They opened the door and we saw the man just lying there. The cops put him in cuffs and took him away. After they had taken them, another officer asked me how I knew he was in the house. "Well I saw that some of the grass wasn laying down instead of sticking up, so I figured he tryed to crawl away on his stomach, It turned out to be a solid trail and I followed it all the way into the house. I also knew that he would probably try to stash himself in my house because he broke his leg." The officer told me he was impressed and said that they could really use someone like me in the police department, but I told him that I already had a job of some sort.