So there I was sitting in the dark, perusing and pinning wedding ideas on Pinterest, daydreaming happily, when Tim came in. The street was swarming with police, all up and down the side streets, patrolling yards, and he imparted this information a bit agitatedly.
Me, slowly dragging myself from centerpieces and flowers and swathes of tulle, responded with, "You're joking."
I looked out the window. Two police officers shined their lights in my face.
"What's going on?" I said to Tim.
Tim snapped, "I don't know!" and headed for the third floor to get a better look. I started up after him, only to meet him heading back down. "We need to lock our doors!"
The police were on the other side of the hedge, and being that when I'm not being oblivious, I'm pretty dang nosy, I said, "Hey...can I ask? What's up?" in a quiet voice.
They answered just as quietly, "We're looking for the fellow that lives here," shining their light at the apartment window.
Since I am not 'the fellow that lives here', I was much relieved.
I really wouldn't know him if I fell over him to be honest. The fact is, I've probably seen him around and even talked to him, but have no idea who lives where. Don't know what he's done, but he's got local and state law enforcement after him.
Living in the city is a lot different than living in the woods. When we had activity in the back yard at night, it was generally a bear. You know what you're dealing with when you're dealing with a black bear. You cannot say that about people.