Thanks to Monblade for telling me about a spelling error in this chapter. Edited 10/18
With the gentle hum of the engine, two people sat in the squad car as it drove down the empty road. With the windows tinted, they watched houses that looked eerily similar to each other whiz by as they continued their journey.
Each house had the stereotypical white picket fence with neatly trimmed hedges lining the yard. Gardens filled with everything from vegetables to flowers dotted the spaces in between each of them, almost in an attempt to create a barrier that seemed too nice to be considered a wall.
Glancing up from his computer, Mac looks up to the street signs. It appeared they were at the intersection between Private Drive and Oxford street, nearly to where their assignment should be.
The Mac looked at Michael after glancing through the tinted windows. Mac shifted in his seat uneasily. He then brushed his salt and pepper hair behind his ear nervously. His hair felt on end. Everything was too still. The usual sounds of children laughing, parents talking, and music playing were missing. Where was everyone? This was not normal.
"Michael, I am feeling uneasy about this tip." There was something that he was missing. Mac just knew it.
He glanced through the rear window after he thought he saw movement. Within seconds he saw the tabby cat with markings around the eyes that sat on the porch across the street from where the tip came from. Mac dismissed the cat that was looking intently at the cruiser like it had a laser light on it. He turned back to his partner.
"I know you and Dan were military buddies, and you also had a matching tip from someone named Amelia, but something is wrong about this neighborhood. Something foul. Where are the children? This is a weekend. You would think they would be playing but there is no one outside. Only living thing that I have seen so far was a cat over there." Mac pointed his
Michael raised an eyebrow at that. Where were all the children? With a quick look around he had to agree. Every house that he could see had their blinds shut. Mac was one of the senior officers. If he was getting a gut feeling this early on there was nothing good that could come from this.
"Even so, I still need to check this out. Are you finding anything in the police database on the name and address?"
Michael swiftly pulled the cruiser onto the curb in front of number four while he waited for any information on the people inside to come from his partner. It would not go in blind.
Now that Michael was sitting across the street looking at that house, he could do nothing but agree. This house had the feeling that Mac was talking about especially; everything about it lacked creativity. The feeling of homelyness that you get from a family home was missing. Everything was too clean. A bike was leaning against the shed in the back. It was too organized. Most family houses looked lived in, cluttered, and held a character reflecting the family that lived there. It felt fake. The lone car that was in the driveway showed that someone was home.
"Michael? I have not found anything about the Dursleys since the nineties. The Dursleys were interviewed in the car accident that resulted in the death of Julia and Felix Evans."
Michael looked concerned. His eyebrows were furrowed as he thought about this case. Something about that didn't feel right. Someone had to have noticed the bruising on Mr. Potter at some point in time and reported that. Yet from everything he was able to pull up held nothing. That was highly unusual for the state and the amount of injuries that young boy was brought in with.
"Anything on work history, schooling, or sports that either of them were involved in from around that time?"
Mac had started typing into the computer for a few moments before he made a noise of interest in his throat.
"Petunia was a Junior in Highschool at the time of the crash while Vernon was a Senior. She was a part of the high school cheerleader squad and he was the captain of the school rugby team."
Michael watched Mac as he typed into the database for a few moments before he finished answering his question.
"Vernon worked as a low level clerk in Grunnings where Petunia's parents owned majority shares in the company."
Mac glanced over for a second before he continued.
"Petunia, from what I am able to find, helped the company with bookkeeping. She already had a certification in bookkeeping and was well on her way for a degree in business management."
Michael stared at the suspects house through the tinted windows. What would make a smart single young woman with a bright future suddenly turn into a stay at home housewife after her parents' deaths. The connotations of that thought did not look good for the reasons behind any injuries suffered by Mr Potter.
When Michael scanned the area around the cruiser he saw an older female leave the house next door to get the mail. She glanced over to number four. Fear plain in her eyes. When she got the mail from the day before out of her mailbox she practically sprinted back inside.
Michael narrowed his eyes at that person's actions before he continued his questioning. If what is going on like he thinks is going on. It would be best to get inside number four as fast as he could.
"Any mention of a Hadrian or Harry James Potter? Any injury reports, child service calls, anything." After receiving a negative from his senior officer he started thinking. He was told by the Chief that this was his operation. The second officer was a transfer that was brought along as backup in case this went sideways.
"Very well then. It seems that we are going to have a chat with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley on where Mr. Potter is. We are going to feel him out, but not let him know that Mr. Potter has been hospitalized."
The second officer nodded. His face was pensive. With his eyes scanning the computer screen he spoke. The shadows from the trees fell across his face. Mac glanced up after he read the report.
"What I do not understand is why he hates the boy so much to almost kill him. What happened in his past that made him so vengeful? From the reports alone it paints him as a hard but fair boss that follows the rules to the letter."
Michael shrugged his shoulders as he unclipped his belt and started to double check that he had a pair of handcuffs in his pouch after using them only a few hours ago. He had brought in a drunk driver with them.
"I do not know what made him like this. What I do know is that someone hurt Mr. Potter badly and our only lead points to Mr. Dursley beating him."
Before Mac could say anything more Michael stepped out of the police cruiser. Mac quickly followed suit without saying anything else. With confident strides they both strode up the driveway, past the lone car, and knocked on the door with resounding thumps.
There was the sound of movement but no one came to answer the door even after Michael had knocked again and then stated that they were police. Inside the sound of breaking china and wood could be heard from inside. Something was happening inside and they needed to get in there. After no response Mac yelled through the door. His deep baritone voice easily heard through the door.
"Mr. Dursley, if you do not open this door we will open it for you."
Within a few seconds the door was thrown open and a portly man with a large, bushy brown mustache and very little neck stood in the doorway. His face was either red with exertion or anger, but from the sweat that beaded itself on his forehead. Michael could guess that it was the former, but from what he could only guess. From the files that he had read, Mrs. Dursley should be home too.
Michael plastered a smile on his face while Mac stood back and kept quiet.
"Mr. Dursley. I am Officer Bailey and this is Officer Mclain. We have some questions concerning a Mr. Potter. We had someone report that he has gone missing. We are here to ask you some questions. Do you mind if we come in?" While Michael was talking, Mac watched and listened. What he saw in his body language and his speech, he was getting nervous.
A groan sound from inside and Mr. Dudley's eyes widened. Before either of the police officers could respond Mr. Dudley threw a punch at Michael with all of his weight behind it.
Michael had gone down on his ass with a crunch. His hands holding his bloody nose. Mac had his taser in his hands and had fired the barbes into Vernon's center mass and the charge was already being pumped into the flabby older man. He went down like a sack of potatoes with a groan and the smell of ammonia. With quick movements Mac snapped cuffs on him before turning to his partner.
"You ok Michael?" Michael groaned and stood up shakally.
"Damn that hurt. I think he broke my nose."
Mac chuckled. "And here I thought you were the 'Unbeatable Mike I am going to watch tubby here. You go check on his wife. If I had to guess she is inside."
Michel nodded and walked inside after wiping the blood off his face. Within seconds the broken, bloody form of Mrs. Dursley was found laying on the floor. China and glass surrounding her. From the looks of her unnatural placement of her arms they were broken. Her face was swollen and bruised.
Michael carefully checked for a pulse and sighed with relief when he found it. She was just knocked out.
Keying the mic he called dispatch for an ambulance to be routed to his location.
"You and Mr. Potter will both be ok."
I have been loosing steam for this story. I am a visual writer, meaning that I write better if I can visualize the scene.My friend Verbus who I bounce ideas off of and get advice on how to improve and expand my scenes has gone dark for almost a month now.
I am going to switch gears and put out some chapters for my Skyrim story.So far the relationships secured is Serana x Dragonborn x Female Alduin. There is a possibility for more to be added.
I am looking for Zootopia stories where Judy and Nick get together. Nick or Judy are hit with Nighthowler. Rated T or M please.
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