Something smashed downstairs. Mrs. Jeevas' eyes shot open and, before she could say anything, her husband jumped on his feet. Another crash. He inched towards the door, then down the staircase. Mrs. Jeevas wasn't far behind, already dialing the police. Despite their attempt to hide their presence from the intruder, they turned the corner and came face to face with a gun.
The man shouted something incoherent.
"Ple-please," Mrs. Jeevas stuttered. The man shouted again and pulled the trigger. A warm liquid leaked onto Mrs. Jeevas' shoe. Before she could scream, the man fired another shot and fled before the police arrived.
The police heard Mail's cries before they stepped foot in the house.