While Mia was shrieking and running home, Ethan was in Ben’s living room. Ben had opened the door and asked Ethan to come in. Ethan, sure nothing horrible was going on, went in.
Ben offered him a root beer, which Ethan gladly accepted. They talked about some stuff, nothing exciting, until Ben got to the point of the visit.
“I have a favor to ask you,” Ben said. “I was wondering, when you do your paper route, if you could spy on the people who live on the other side of the duplex. There’s people going in and out of there all the time. I don’t know how many are in there. Is there any way you could keep an eye on them, let me know how many there are and what the inside of their house looks like and stuff?”
“I suppose. Not sure how I would look in their house.”
“I know. I’m not asking you to do anything stupid or get in trouble or anything. I was thinking how I could figure out what they are doing. I know they are hiding drugs in our house and I don’t know how. It makes me feel creepy. Just anything you could do to help would be great.”
“Yeah, I can check up on them. Instead of throwing their paper on the porch, I can put it on the hooks of their mailbox which is right by their door, which is sometimes open. Every day I can look through their windows and stuff.” Ethan paused to think. “Oh! I could act like I have to update their subscription information or something and could try to talk to them.”
“Well, again, I don’t want you to do anything dangerous, or get you in trouble or anything. But yeah, that would be great. I’ll let you get back to delivering papers. Let me know what you find out.”
Cool. Ethan had a mission. A top secret spy mission. His mission would begin immediately, in fact, as their house was the next one that got a paper.
Ethan walked back down Ben’s sidewalk, across the driveway, and up the other sidewalk. Ethan went to the porch noticing everything. He looked through their picture window. He saw the back of a couch, a lamp, a television, which was on a sports show talking about the NFL summer practices. It looked like there was a kitchen table, a few chairs on a tiled floor in front of a window in the back of the room. There were no people or sounds other than the television.
Ethan put the paper on the hooks of the mailbox and slowly walked back down the sidewalk listening for any voices. There were none. As Ethan got back to the driveway, their garage door went up and a golden retriever ran out the door, barked once, and jumped up and bit Ethan on the side of the stomach. Ethan was about to find out about these people whether he wanted to or not.