Chapter 6: Cops
I sat there for several minutes, incapable of thought or action. Then I got shakily to my feet, went into my office, and called 911.
Afterwards I got dressed, went downstairs, and made coffee. I was just starting to sip this when the knock came on the door—making me start and spill much of the contents of the cup; it was so loud!
“Don’t break down the door!” I muttered as I went to answer it.
It was two cops. I led them upstairs, the sound of their big, heavy shoes on the stairs, was very loud, too, their presences, uniformed and official, seemed too large for my house. And when we crowded into my bedroom they seemed to fill it.
I related how Shawn had come in late the previous night, climbed into bed, and fallen asleep.
“Was that usual?” This from the senior cop.
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