Found a Cop

Police Sirens. Derek could still hear screaming from next door.

“Derek. I think the police are next door. I wonder what happened.”

“I don’t know mom. Maybe something happened to one of them. You don’t think it was a heart attack, could it be?” Derek called down to his mom. Having just come back from Patrick, he knew all to well what Mrs. Sampson had found when she entered the house.

Knock knock knock. Derek got up off his bed, out his door, and down the stairs. He hoped the cops were at least a little hot. His mom answered the door just as he reached the landing.

“Hello?”

“Hi Miss, we were just wondering if we could ask you and, your son–” The first officer looked right at Derek. Staring right into his eyes. Derek could feel the pull of want he had with Patrick. “some questions?” Derek stepped up closer to the front door and saw his name tag said Walsh. Clean shaven, police hat on, Derek couldn’t tell if he was a red-head or not. He’s always wanted on in the collection.

“Sure, has anything happened?”

“Well ma’am, have you seen anyone entering the house next door about an hour or two ago?”

“No.”

“No.” Derek said looking at officer Walsh in the eyes. He couldn’t stop looking at the officer all over. Officer Walsh smiled.

“Do you know of anyone that had a problem with Mr. Sampson, or had been acting weird around the house or neighborhood at all?” Officer Walsh asked the two of them, but mainly continued to look at Derek.

“I don’t think so. I just got home, did you see anything Derek?” His mom directed the question to him.

“Even with my room facing their house, I didn’t see anything. I also have not really seen anyone around the neighborhood other than the delivery services and mail people driving around like usual. Although, there has been a red Ford F150 driving around lately. I don’t know if that could possibly have a connection.” Derek said to the officer. He blatantly looked from the officer’s face, down to his crotch, and then back to his eyes.

“A red Ford F150 pickup truck you say? Did you happen to catch the license plate number?” Officer Walsh asked Derek.

“Nope. I’m sorry. If I see it again. I will definitely try to see the plate.”

“Thank you. If you do, or need anything…” Officer Walsh took out a card from his shirt pocket and wrote something on the back. “Don’t hesitate to call me. Even if you think someone is in danger, or trying to break in. Call me for anything, alright?” Officer Walsh hand Derek the card.

“I definitely will Officer Walsh.”

“You can call me Bill.”

“Okay then, Bill. You can count on me.” Derek winks at him. Officer Walsh smiles. Derek didn’t even notice the older officer standing behind Bill. The officer said good day, and both he and Bill left to go to the next house. Thank god with Patrick’s and his, indiscretions, they had learned to use the back door. No one would’ve seen him go next door.

“Oh my god. What do you think happened to Patrick? I know he was like a father to you ever since he moved here.” Derek’s mother closed the front door and looked at him.

“Don’t worry mom, everything is going to be okay, and I don’t know what could’ve happened to him, I just hope he’s not dead.”

“Derek, the police were here.” His mom said in hushed tones, bringing him into the living room.

“I know, I think everything will be fine. They’ll catch whoever did what, and we’ll be safe again.”

“If you say so honey. Oh, I don’t want you going out after dark with this maniac about.” She hugged him.

“Okay mom, I won’t.” Derek said to his mother. He didn’t look at her while he said this, just sat there. Staring forward and thinking of that hot officer Walsh.

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