I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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Throughout the next two weeks, there have been several cases of home invasions committed by the same person. It was the day before the beatles were to record their new album. John and Paul were both frustrated at this time because of the guy who committed the home invasions.
Whoever committed this crime was playing with the two, driving them crazy. He would call one of them and tell them that there was an invasion in progress. John would ask what phone booth he was calling from and he would give a fake location.
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This time, Paul and John were riding in a car together. That's when they got the call about a possible home invasion. John picked up the radio. "Me and McCartney got it." He said putting it back. "Lets see if this is fake or the real deal."
"Why are we the ones responding John? Why can't it be another officer?"
"Because it might not be fake. I wanna get this guy. He annoys me. I'm losing me mind."
"That makes two of us. Whatever you do, don't get hurt at all today. That's the last thing we need. We need to be in complete health for tomorrow."
"Roger that." John said as he looked out the window when they arrived at the neighborhood.
There was nothing suspicious going on. Paul pulled in to the drive of the house that was the supposed home invasion. John jumped out first with Paul behind him. Then, John knocked on the door and someone opened it moments later.
"Yes? Can I help you?"
"We got an anonymous call a moment ago saying that there was a home invasion at this address."
"All is well here."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yeh. I live here. I'm positive."
John looked at her suspiciously. "Okay. Be safe now. You hear?"
"Yeh. Thanks." She said shutting the door.
Paul turned to John. "What do you think?"
"Seems alright to me."
Paul nodded and they walked back to the car and hopped in. "Another wild goose chase. Just what we need for tomorrow, eh?"
"Exactly. Its been several days since that dog bite. How's it doing?"
"Uh.......good. Good."
"You did see someone about it didn't ye?"
"Of course. I saw the dog that bit me."
Paul sighed dramatically. "Not what I'm talking about."
"Yes. I saw someone. I don't have rabies."
Paul laughed. "That's good to 'ear."
"Or do I?" John asked in a very suspicious tone.
"John, that's not funny. You were bitten by a dog."
"A house pet. What are the odds that a house pet would have rabies? Its a very slim chance."
"Okay. Whatever you say."
"Look it up Macca."
"I'll get right on that."
"Just drive."
Paul pulled out of the drive and started driving down the road.
"Any preferences for lunch?"
"No. You decide this time. I decided yesterday."
There was another call on the radio of the exact thing. A home invasion in the same neighborhood. This time, it was for real because someone from inside the house had called.
"Lets go." John said as he started looking for the house number. Paul quickly pulled up beside the grass and the two got out.
"Should we wait for backup?"
"No. By the time they arrive, it could be too late."
The duo approached the front door. The door had been kicked in and glass was shattered.
"Its our guy. "You go left, I go right. Deal?"
"Why do I go left?"
"Okay fine. I go right and you go left."
"Okay."
The two went in seperate directions.
Paul's location
He had the side with the stairs. That was the first thing he was going to check. He took one step at a time, slowly until he made it to the top of the stairs. It was quiet so he assumed no one was up there...........until he heard little cries coming from a linen closet to his right. He slowly opened it and there was a 15 year old girl there. She was about to talk when he put a finger to his lip, motioning her to be quiet.
"Stay here where its safe. I'll come back for you."
"No. Please don't leave me."
"Ey. Yer going to be fine. We got help on the way. Stay hidden. Whatever you do, or whatever you hear, stay put until another officer finds you."
She nodded and he shut the door before moving back downstairs. Then, he heard some struggling going on.
