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Chance meeting

Sometimes people have sweet stories about how they met their spouse. And sometimes they have absolutely wild ones.

You were the wild option.

You left the house that morning thinking it was some usual day and nothing interesting would happen, but you ended up with a future husband and one hell of a tale to tell.

It all started when you were dropping off a few things a friend at accident left at your place, this friend happened to live costal and by the docks. As you approached the canals where her house was, you noticed a bunch of police cars and crime scene tape around one of the houses.

A few people stood outside trying to figure out what was happening, including the friend in question.

"Hey, what's going on?" You asked, approaching her in intrigue.

"No idea. There were just all these sirens suddenly and a bunch of noise and now there's a whole crime scene" she replied.

"What on earth? Here's your stuff by the way"

Taking the bag containing the things she'd left, she thanked you with her eyes glued to the crime scene. You too were very interested. You both watched in fascination as police walked around the area, talking to what seemed to be witnesses or suspects.

"Did you hear any like... gunshots? Screaming?" You asked.

"Nothing. Then again I'm a few houses down so I could have missed it" your friend replied.

Whatever else you were going to do today could wait because this was the most interesting thing to happen to you in a long time. You don't see crime scenes often. And you definitely don't see people way too casually dressed in a crime scene.

"Is that gut a cop?" You asked.

"Who? The Eyebags guy?" Your friend replied.

"Yeah him. He's not wearing a uniform but no one's questioning him and I've never seen him around here before"

"Yeah I've never seen him either. Maybe he's a private detective, they employ themselves so there's no rules about what to wear. Although jeans and a shirt seems a bit too casual for a crime scene"

Brushing it off as just a private detective or something, you watched as police started going in and out of the house talking with each other about something you couldn't make out.

"Is it a murder scene?" You asked.

"God I hope not! I don't want to live on a street someone was killed. Hopefully it's just a drug bust or something" your friend replied.

"What is going on in there? Are those hazmat suits?"

You couldn't make it out very well, but through the window you could have sworn people were wearing hazmat suits. That didn't look good, you sure as hell hoped you wouldn't catch a glimpse of a dead body or something.

"What needs this many cops and a private detective and hazmat suits?" Your friend pondered.

"No idea... whatever it is it must be unusual and pretty extreme. Better lock your house real tight tonight just in case... I wonder if you'll get questioned because you live on the street"

It was a strange spot for a crime scene too. Houses on the canals each had a private jetty and the front yards were basically night next to the water. Many people has boats docked at their jetty and the canals acted like water roads. If it was some kind of murder, how would they make an escape? They'd need a boat. Or they could drive on the road on the other side of the houses but that'd be too obvious. Getaway cars can be tracked with a licence plate number a lot easier than having to track down a boat.