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Not A Good Time To Get A Knock On The Door
We decided to ignore it, but the knock became louder…more insistent
Apart from the wine delivery man, and the odd tradesman, nobody has knocked on our door in a year.
Until last night.
I’m not sure about answering the door after darkness falls. It’s only a week since two young cops were sent to check on a missing person, and were gunned to death.
Besides I do stretching before going to bed, so was dressed accordingly. Don’t even try to imagine it.
My husband said he’d get it. I suggested he ignore.
But the knocking got louder and more persistent, so we decided we needed to check, together.
Two young female police officers stood at they door. They looked as if they’d been in the force for all of ten minutes.
“We’re investigating a complaint,” they said.
“Oh yes?” I asked.
“About a raucous party…” they trailed off.
“Here? Would you like to come in?” I asked.
The haunting beat of subwoofers was clearly missing in action.
“This IS number six?” one asked.
