One of the policemen got to the gate of the house and rang the bell. He stood there for a few seconds, but nobody answered. Somebody from the viewers announced, “Nobody lives there.”
The man of the law pushed the gate to see into the courtyard. “Hello! This is NBPD. Is anybody here?”
There was no answer. The guy from the crowd insisted,” The owner passed away some time ago.”
“Was this their dog?”
The man raised his shoulders. “I know the owner’s son. I don’t know if they had a dog.”
“Do you know where this son is?” The officer was taking notes.
“He went to the hospital with his aunt. She had a heart attack.” The woman who gave the clarifications came to the front. She was pushing a special stroller with a cat in it. “I’m glad that you got the dog. I hope you classify him as vicious.” She turned to the people around. “We here have pets, little puppies, cats and birds that are in danger from this animal.”
“You wouldn’t say that if this would be your dog,” an elderly man with a cane answered. “You wouldn’t want your dog to be put to sleep by the police.”
“He attacked this poor woman,” the cat owner explained. Her upper lip was shaking.
“All right, let’s leave it here,” the police officer continued.
The ambulance was long gone taking the wounded neighbor to the ER. A young lady in a beach dress came with a pitcher and plastic cups. “Who wants some ice lemonade? Officers?” Both of them had a cup and were ready to go to their cars. “We’ll follow up with the son,” one concluded.
I stood up. Maybe now was the time for some more searching.
“Officer, ” I called and kept my voice low. I didn’t want the neighbors to hear what was on my mind.” I’m new in this neighborhood, but I am sure something is going on in this house.” The man placed his hands on his belt. “What is going on?”
“There are weird noises coming from it.” I looked both sides to ensure nobody was too close and hear my statement. “Somebody looked at me behind the blinds. Then I heard a thrust like a person who fell on the floor.”
“When did this happen?”
“Today. Maybe you should search the building.” My genuine suggestion didn’t make the impression I wanted.
“We need a search warrant to search somebody’s house. We don’t have a reason to ask for one, ” the police concluded.
“Search warrant? For what?” His partner caught the end of our discussion.
“This lady said she heard some weird noises coming from inside the house.” I nodded my head.
“We can’t do that for now, Ma’am. It may be the son making those noises.”
“But he doesn’t stay there. He lives across the street,” I insisted. The men waved at me and got in their cars, “Sorry.”
“What if somebody is dead there on the floor?” They couldn’t hear me, but the neighbors did.
“Who’s dead?” the woman with the lemonade asked.
“Nobody’s dead,” the man with the cane answered and puckered his lips. “We had enough entertainment for the day.”