This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
"Probably just kids ma'am." Officer Stone was standing outside the home of Mrs. Wendy Davis. He'd gotten a call about a disturbance, according to dispatch she was a nervous Nelly, one of those citizens who call the cops all the time. Cole Stone didn't know about that. He was new in this town, having moved to this smaller town after his divorce, but he'd been a cop for over ten years, he took calls like this seriously.
He was glad he did. He'd looked around the property and there
were
footprints outside the master bedroom window. It could have been worse, the prints were so small they were either a curious child or a perp with the smallest feet ever.
He was in the process of telling the homeowner as much. Mrs. Davis had reason to worry about window peepers, she couldn't seem to keep her robe closed. All that was under it was Mrs. Davis, and that was enough.
Wendy was your girl-next-door type. Dusty blonde hair, freckles across her nose, made you think of hot dogs and apple pie. She was top-heavy, Cole could not help but notice, kind of an airhead but very warm and sincere. He gathered she'd had a peeper before, he reassured her that this time it was really just a kid.
"Thank you so much officer! Um, Officer... Stone!" Wendy smiled at the handsome policeman. His name-tag read C. Stone, she wondered what the C stood for. He was tall and broad shouldered, had that blue-chinned look men get when they have to shave twice a day. His hands were wide and strong looking.
"Would you like to come in for a beverage? Is there anything I could do for you? You've been so helpful." Wendy wanted to show her appreciation this time. Some of her towns officers could be quite rude.