“Really. Really, I’m your neighbor. Look.” He gestured. “Don’t you know my mother? And her friend, Mr. Sloane.”
The man nodded slowly. “All right. Come on in. I’ll—” he turned to his wife “—Darling, call 911, would you?”
They filed into the house and waited for the police to respond. The police were fast.
There were two of them, one male and one female, decked out in shiny midnight-blue nylon jackets with fake-fur collars. They had their hands on their pistols when they got out of the black-and-white.
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The civilians sat in the living room with the female officer, her radio squawking every few seconds. She took quick statements from everyone present while her partner checked outside the house.
The officer radioed in Lindsey’s minimal description of the first car. She told them
