At midnight last night four cop cars pulled up in front of my neighbor’s house across the street.
Alf was awake and watched from the bedroom window.
They could have screeched their way into the neighborhood like they do in the movies with lights flashing and sirens screaming, but instead they crept in like silent ninjas.
Alf said it was their voices that caught his attention.
People, one by one, came out through the front door, with one man in handcuffs. The last person to leave was our next door neighbor. She crossed the street and went into her own house.
The cop cars left as quietly as they had arrived and the neighborhood fell silent again.
Even the birds had stopped chirping in the trees.
I was sound asleep so I missed the entire thing. Alf told me in the morning.
That explained why I dreamed cops were combing my front yard and looking behind every bush.
Wait. That happened several years ago and I was awake then.
Every few years we have some criminal activity and it always seems to end up in front of our house. We’ve had our share of car chases, and thieves and escaped criminals running through our backyard with cops and police dogs in hot pursuit.
I guess we were due for another incident.