Chapter Four
Still haven't found the notebook. Sorry. I have no idea what I did next, so I'm improvising. Sorry again if it's not what you were hoping and dreaming of.
The air was split with cries of "SRU!" "On the ground! Get on the ground! Hands on your heads!" before Greg shouted, "Stop!"
The team backed off and the terrified couple rose uncertainty.
"Sorry," Greg apologized. "Wrong house."
The man was still bug-eyed, but the wife laughed it off.
"Oh, it's fine. Can we help you get the right house?" she offered, amusement sparkling in her eyes.
Greg nodded. "Do you know anyone in this neighborhood or the next that is moody, angry, taking drugs, or owns a firearm and likes to use it?"
The woman nodded. "As a matter of fact, there is one such person with all of those issues. His name is," she broke off, trying to remember. Then her face cleared and she spoke again. "Oh, yes. His name was Arthur Pendragon. He moved down the road into 123 a few months ago. Isn't that right, dear?" she turned to her husband, who nodded.
"That's right," he agreed. "He keeps to himself and gets upset about the smallest things. Like, once, one of the neighbor's sons was playing outside and he tread on the rim of the lawn. Arthur tore out of the house and started screaming at him."
His wife nodded. "We're all terrified of him."
Greg nodded. "Thanks, you two you've been a great help."
"Oh, anytime," said the wife cheerfully. "Would you like some chocolate chip cookies before you go on with your police work?" she winked, standing up and crossing the room to the kitchen. "Fresh out of the oven," she sang.
Sam made very big puppy eyes at Greg. Ed and Jules pretended not to care, but it was obvious they wanted to do as Sam did.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt…" Greg said slowly.
Sam cheered and went after the woman. Ed rubbed his hands together and followed suit.
Jules smiled and dragged Greg into the kitchen with her.
Not very long, but I'm trying! next chapter will probably be from Spike's POV. ;)