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Melissa was enjoying some down time — enjoying was perhaps not quite the right word since she was still at the station, filling out the paperwork to bring her vandalism case up to date, but it was better than how most of her day had gone — and considering calling it a day and going home when the phone rang.
A little hesitant after fielding several calls from journalists who wanted to know about recent events in the village, she answered the phone.
“Oakhurst Police Station, Constable Turner speaking, how can I help you?”
“I’d like to report a domestic disturbance.”
“What sort of domestic disturbance?” she asked.
“It’s my neighbours,” the woman, whose voice Melissa didn’t recognise, said. “There’s been a lot of shouting, and what sounds like smashing plates and slamming doors.”
“Wh
