Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

94 | Cat Murderer

As the title would suggest, it gets a touch dramatic in this chapter. A little sprinkle shall we say...

Chapter 94: Cat Murderer

I stared at the empty cop car on our street. The official stamp of something's gonna go down.

And then I stared at Officer Patel's black boots, anxiously waiting to see which direction they would turn.

North or South.

His house or mine.

Finally, he and his partner finished talking and the shoes moved. South.

Mine.

Chicken on a tomb bone.

Not good. Nyot good at all.

Maybe Officer P's faking it?

Why would he fake his direction of travel?

But no one's home.

I'm home?

Is it me?

It can't be me. He said it wasn't me.

But I would know if it was me, wouldn't I? My crimes aren't that bad, but then again, who knows what I get up to under the influence of too much caffeine. I've blacked out half my childhood memories I could've been a murderer.

"My dad's definitely alive right?" I asked Luke.

"Weird timing, Minnie, but yeah. He's alive. Say the word and I'll take you."

"Is Officer Patel going to arrest me?" I asked my next question.

"For bad driving?" Luke shrugged, "Maybe."

I shoved my elbow against him. "I'm serious. This is a serious situation, you know."

Luke scoffed, "I'm not taking this seriously? What the fuck are these questions?"

"I'm trying Luke. I have no clue what's going on. We might be in serious trouble."

"Well Minnie, since we're watching the police walk away from you, my guess is no. You're not getting arrested."

"But there's no one else..."

We watched in silence as they approached my front door and knocked.

Gnomey, please protect our home.

Officer Patel's partner accidentally pushed the door open, when she realized it was unlocked.

Luke turned his head, giving me an irritated look.

I stared ahead, raising my hands to my lips and mumbling, "We should probably fix that."

Officer Patel grabbed the doorknob and pulled it back shut, choosing to knock again. We watched as the two officers discussed between each other. The things I would do to hear their conversation. I edged closer.

"They need a warrant to go in, right?" I asked.

"Yes," Luke answered, his eyes not moving from the scene.

Doz opened the front door in his underwear and suddenly looked terrified when he saw the uniforms.

He tried to shut the door on them, but Officer Patel kept his arm on it. We watched them talk for a few minutes before Doz stepped back and let them inside. They left the door open.

I took that as an invitation.

It's my house after all. I can be there.

I started to walk across the street and Luke followed behind me. I was only halfway across, when a cane suddenly appeared in my face.