Multiple hiding places. Very good ones I'm afraid. Makes me sad to think about it. The silver lining is that this sneaking around and deception got the better of me and I confessed to my wife one night during a really bad binge. Got me back on the wagon this last time so I guess that's the good part. Just wish I could of gotten a handle on things and dealt with it before dragging my wife into all that crap.
Oh yea. I would move mine to various other hiding places while I was drinking. It was terrifying to wake up and not have my bottle where I thought it should be. Did my wife find it? Did I move it? Maybe it's gone and I threw it away ?? Just plain insane way to live.