The police were astonished when they saw him inside the house that they could not penetrate. They got out of their vehicles at once and ran towards the window. They attempted to open the parlor door but could not.
“Go through the back door,” Arthur advised them.
Just like lightning, they were inside the house.
“What happened, Mr. Bailey? How did you get in?”
“Where is the janitor?” the second police officer asked in a mad rush.
“Come this way,” He ordered them and led them to the room where the lifeless body of Zoey was.
“What?” They screamed in unison.
One of them brought out hand gloves from his pocket, put them on, and checked her pulse. He looked at his colleague assuredly.
“She can make it,” he informed him.
They took photographs that were vital to them, picked her up, and left.
Then, Arthur gave Phil the car keys and advised him, “Take. Drive my wife's car. Let us go.”
“It is okay, Father.”
Now, the police walked back to the front yard, with one of them carrying a lifeless wo
