Tommy's POV
I heard the knock, sharp and insistent, before I saw them. I knew it wasn't the caretaker this time, the rhythm was all wrong. Still, I braced myself. Opening the door, I found an angry caretaker, his face blotchy red, and behind him, two police officers. One, a woman, looked tired. The other, a man, looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
"Trouble again, Mr. Henderson?" the male officer asked, not unkindly.
The caretaker snorted. "Trouble? Officer, this ain't trouble, this is a full-blown circus! Every damn week, it's something new with these two." He gestured wildly towards our apartment. "They asked if they could come in, so I stepped aside, letting the officers into the small, cluttered living room.
"I’m sick and tired of them,” the caretaker loudly declared, stepping
