He made it around the corner. The dogs shut up after he was out of sight. He hated the shaking feeling in his bones, he stopped to take a breath. If the dogs got loose, it would be nothing left of him. Lights flashed from police cruisers. Neighbors crowded their lawns then an unmarked van unloaded a stretcher. Running to join the crowd made of teens from Cody, he pushed through it. Cops lined the porch trading notes. He raised his hands out of habit. "Excuse me, Officer Newberry asked me here."
Both of the officer looked at each other then they close their notepads. Officer Newberry nudged the door and reached her hand between them. She tapped Brice's arm and entered back into the house. He followed her. Inside officers with mask covering their faces searched people laying on the floor face down. Pinching his noise, he prevented himself from smelling the odor in the house.
"Do you got any needles or anything sharp?" An officer asked through a mask with rubber duckies covering his shoes. "If you do, that will make me mad. I don't want your crap injuring me."
"Come, Brice," Officer Newberry looked younger with her hair pulled into a ponytail. Her long lashes blocked her bronze eyes. It distracted him a little from the trash and feces smell of the house. The first bedroom was emptied. The second bedroom three plain clothes detective emerged. The young one stopped and held him by the arm.
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