Arriving at the lane of the house, a truck was right behind us and squealed to a stop. I turned around and saw Jeffrey get out of the truck and let out a loud, aggressive growl. I held onto Sly as we speed through the lane and ran into the house. “Marcus!” I exclaimed. “What is wrong?” Dad asked, getting up. “Why did we hear a growl coming from the lane?” “Why is Jeffrey outside the property line?!” Marcus exclaimed. “Brian, Donny, George! Go out on patrol!” “Yessir!” they exclaimed in unison as they ran out the door. “What happened!” Marcus snapped at us. “I think I should be asking that question… Is there something you need to tell us about the Slechts?” I shouted. “Not that I can think of right now,” he yelled. “Really? Because we were over at the Slechts, and David said some in

