“Please do,” Arthur said softly, stepping back into his house. Minutes later, the patrol car pulled up, lights flashing against the hedge. The neighbors rushed forward, voices rising, thrusting their stained hair toward the officers like damning evidence.
“He poured bleach in the pool—look at us!” “He’s dangerous! He’s trying to hurt us!” The officers turned to Arthur, who stood quietly by the gate. “Sir, would you like to explain what’s going on?” one asked carefully. Arthur nodded.