My Little Neighbor Didn’t Let Anyone Into His Home Until a Police Officer Arrived and Stepped Inside

“Yes,” I said, without thinking.

“Alright then,” he said.

That afternoon, his cruiser pulled onto our street. He came to my door first.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Not even a little,” I said.

“But let’s go.”

We walked to Jack’s together.

Murray knocked. Firm, not aggressive.

After a moment, the door opened a crack.

I saw one eye, a slice of his face.

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