Ethan and Mia biked home, although Ethan was much slower after the bee stings to his right leg. “I got stung twice. They hurt so bad. They’re swelling up,” Ethan whined.
“Suck it up buttercup,” Mia encouraged ever so sisterly.
Bee sting thoughts took a backseat, however, as there was now a police car in front of their house! “That’s the same policeman you ran into, Ethan!” Mia said.
“I hardly even hit him!”
“You’re busted! You’re going to jail now!” teased Mia.
Mia and Ethan biked up the driveway, past the police car with Ben in it, and put their bikes in the garage. Ethan and Mia went into the house and stood just inside the hallway so they could hear but not be seen.
“Those your kids?” asked the policeman.
“Yes,” said their dad.
“Your son just ran into me not long ago. He said he got stung by a bee.”
“Really?” said Ethan’s dad. “I did not know where they were.”
“I don’t know why they were where they were. Kind of coincidental, don’t ya think?”
“Yeah,” said their dad with some sarcasm. “I can’t imagine what they were doing.”
“Well, as I was saying, we need to know if Ben’s story checks out. He claims he was at your house last night. Can you confirm that and give some details about what he was doing here,” said the policeman.
“Yes, Ben was here. He got here around 5 and probably left between 10 and 10:30. He ate supper here. He watched my son fall out of a closet, and then my wife and I played Scrabble with him and our daughter. I won.”
“OK. That’s pretty much what he told us, even the part about your son falling out of a closet.”
“Is Ben in any kind of trouble?” asked their dad.
“We’re not entirely sure at this point. It appears as though he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He and his dad rent half of a duplex. We are pretty confident the other half is more or less a drug house. Lots of deals going down there. Last night one of those deals went wrong and a fight broke out. A couple people ended up in the hospital. Accusations were thrown around. Blame shifted. We came back this morning to round up more people and ask questions. Ran into more trouble with some of them this morning. It’s a mess.”
“Ben seems like a good kid to me, for what that’s worth.”
“Yeah, I agree. Thanks for your help, sir.”
The policeman left. Ethan and Mia quietly ran downstairs so their dad wouldn’t know they listened. “Aw, man, he’s innocent,” is how Ethan summed it up.
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