Shotgun?

I'm talking, you shut up," Reese ordered as he rang the doorbell next to the Miehe family name tag.

I crossed my arms over my chest and refrained from saying anything. Slowly the guy really got on my nerves. How incompetent did he think I was?

While we had to wait, I looked around a little. We were standing in front of a single-family house, a new building in the best part of town. Clearly someone lived here who earned a good income and also placed great emphasis on order and maintenance. Each bush was precisely trimmed, each flower explicitly in its designated place. Even the lawn was so precisely straight that one might believe that the individual stalks would not dare to grow too long in order not to spoil the overall picture.

Until the front door opened, Reese had to ring one more time and then wait patiently. He didn't get angry, as I would have expected from him and even put on a friendly smile when the door was opened by an older gentleman. My God, I woul